MirabellaAs I sat on the roof of my run-down house, I gazed at the sea of stars twinkling at me…The cold air made the open bruises numb with pain… The intrusive thoughts of jumping down a three-story house never left my mind, but one voice stopped it. "Mira? that's dangerous... "The voice was faint, and I looked to my window to see a 7-year-old barely able to stand. I tiptoed and jumped in my room… "I am fine Puto.. Why are you still up? "He shrugged and spoke. "I came to see if you were asleep. "(Translation:I came to see if you're still alive… ) I nodded, and he walked back to his room. I stood until I saw his beanie disappear. I signed and sat on the mattress on the floor… If I survive, then that's because of him. He is my half-brother from mom. His good name is Peter, but I call him Puto as a nickname… He was only 3 when diagnosed with rare leukemia. All the chemotherapy and medicine made him bald, and only the beanie made him a bit confident. Mom died when Puto was a yea
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