Something seemed to be blocking my toilet from flushing properly.
Pouring in sufficient water, I was surprised to see a bottle float up.
Curious, I opened it only to be confronted with my brother's handwriting.
John,
I just realized how hard it is to tell someone they will never see you again. Your boss showed up this evening and asked me to meet him by the bridge else he'd come after mama. From the look on his face I know I'm not coming back which is why I am writing this. I may not have been able to shield you from the streets no matter how hard I tried. In my heart of hearts, you remain my kid brother. For the sake of this family, I need you to be the man of the house. I'll go gladly knowing you are taking care of them. Stay safe little brother. I'll be up there with the big man in the skies looking out for all of you.
The next morning, my brother's body was deposited at our door and mama died less than three hours later from shock.
