My older brother died when I was young. So young that, now that I’ve become older, Its become difficult for me to remember some features of his face.
The hardest thing to remember is the colour of his eyes.
Were they the colour green? Like the trees in the forest we would play in……
Were they the colour blue? Like the ocean he promised that we would sail together……
Or were they the colour grey, like how the world felt after he left it…..
