Prologe:

Today isn't a good day for me. Because today is the day I truly became an Orphan.

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So, Where do I begin? Oh yes . In a small town called Kyàko Falls. I was about 8 or 9 years old at the time. And for some odd reason My parents hated me and little brother for who knows what. My parents and I argue a lot but this time it was different . Their voices got harsher and louder. Now they use strong languages at me my brother.

The following day:

he latest argument ended with me being punched and my brother slapped.I couldn't take seeing my brother hurt crying at such a young age of 4. So from that day on any argument that came up. I will always shield him while I take the beatings from my parents to make sure no harm comes to my brother. But today I failed... Just before we were going to sleep they started an argument, but this time they started it themselves. This argument escalated way too quickly. I noticed they were walking to my brother and I's room. My brother and I had gotten the worst beating. After they both finished they left us on the ground. That left me with an extreme headache and blood everywhere. I got up and steady myself and began to look for my brother. I noticed he was couple of 10 steps away from me and I notices he's not moving. So I ran with a limp to him. I shook him again, again and again to get up but he's not moving. So did the only thing a brother was supposed to do. I remembered a hospital 50km

Think said in another argument that 50 km is

31.0685miles. Always looked for something to carry my brother with so he can be comfortable while I walk . I took dad's belt and used it to make straps into backpack form and put my brother in it . Once i knew he was seated properly I started to walk.

While I was walking. I knew that my little brother wasn't surviving this and he didn't . He died as soon left the House. I thought maybe if I carry him to the hospital , Maybe they can save him. So I did the hardest thing to do. I had change my course and walked to a near cremation pyre and I stood there waiting for my turn to cremate my dead brother. I was biting my lips so hard to prevent myself from crying that blood was dripping down the corner of my mouth.

A guard who was guarding the cremation pyre asked me," Give me the load you carry on your back," I replied, "It is not a cargo, He's my brother. Everyone at the pyre looked at me with such worry and sadness.

As I put my brother on this wooden bed made of sticks. I watched how the fire danced around him before consuming my brother. And as I watched him burn for hours. During those hours I vowed to kill my parents for this and who stands against me.