They're both gone. My sister and I are officially orphans.
They said that they would come back. They promised that they would survive that battle. Why did they have to lift up our hopes?
Now, Florence and I will never be able to experience their warmth. We will never be able to experience what it's like to have parents again. They won't be able to take us into their arms and tell us that everything will be okay.
A sixteen-year-old who can barely get anything done without his parents, now left to be orphaned along with his seven-year-old sister who can't even get to sleep anymore after hearing the tragic news of the death of their parents. They're both left alone as two innocent and fragile children.
Why do adults always fight? Why do they settle fueds using guns and blood? Why can't they just make peace with each other?
That way, soldiers don't have to pay with their lives.
That way, my parents would still be here smiling brightly.
Nothing in this world can neutralize this anger and darkness in me. Nothing can fill the hole in my heart for my mother and father.
Now, it's just me and my sister. We didn't even get to say goodbye to them.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I don't even know if I can bring myself to attend the funeral. What will I do about my sister? I'm her big brother, and now that our parents are no more, she's my responsibility now.
I don't know what to do. I don't know how to cope. Everything hurts. I feel so empty and shallow. The grief I'm feeling is too much...
My sister is the only light in my life now. She's all I have and I refuse to lose her or let her lose me.