I let him go just like that. How could I have not realised at the time he even had the same voice from all those years ago. When I was 5 I was the worst child in my parents eyes and they hated me but my brother and sister where always there to stick up for me. When I was 6 I started to become a better child. Age of 7 when I heard my brother leave and I knew he would not come back, it.. It left me depressed. When I was 10 I went looking for my brother for 5 days straight without going home but telling only my sister where I was going.. And I never found him. I would sleep on the streets and whisper quietly 'C-c-caleb, p-please.. c-come b-back... for m-me' and soon I decided to go back home knowing that I might never find him but every year since then I would go out the day he disappeared for 5 days and hope I would find him, but I didn't for 14 years. That means I'm 24 now and he is 35. but that doesn't mean I still don't look and I still miss him. telling you what I'm about to tell you will be surprising. the day he left and the time I heard the door slam shut was the day 14 years earlier and the time.. It's the night of the 14th year I prepare to leave to look for him.. To look for my brother..