2021.03.02

It was the night of the first seven days of his life. I went into my dead brother’s study and took out some of the things he had left behind and was lost in thought. It’s not too late
, but the whole house is clammy with tears and quiet. In the event that you have any kind of questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. I felt a sorrowful feeling of childhood that I had forgotten for a long time, and I suddenly opened up my brother’s diary that was there. It’s a great way to get to know your family and friends.
When I look at this diary, I can’t help but feel sorry for our younger brother, who probably died without ever knowing love. He was shy and had few friends, so he spent most of his time in his study.
He was a shy man and had few friends. He wrote about doubts about life, anxieties about faith, and other so-called adolescent problems that anyone his age would experience, in a childish but sinceremanner.
I went through the pages one by one, feeling as if I were looking at my own past. In every page, from the depths of the text, my brother’s timid, pigeon-like eyes were staring at me.