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Comments offLagi na lang akong nagwo-worry sa brother ko. It seems that trouble finds him even if he stays far away from it. Like today. He told me that he’s staying at a classmate’s condo to finish up a project. He is an IT major. But my gut instinct tells me he’s not doing some project. I feel as if there’s something else. He texted me a couple of minutes ago telling me he slipped on the bathroom floor and his cheek hit the sink. My gut tells me that he got into a fist fight and he’s preparing me to see him tomorrow morning with something on his cheek.
I’ve been there before. I know the alibis normally used by students. I’ve used some of it. So he can’t tell me things without me reading into it.
I am tired of worrying about my brother. I shouldn’t even be worrying this much because he’s not even my son! But I can’t help but worry because I took care of him since he was a baby. He is my baby! Sometimes, I feel like the only lacking part of our connection was that I didn’t give birth to him.
I am leaving it all up to Him. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve done everything. I’ve talked to him. I’ve been patient. I was strict but when it didn’t work, I gave him enough space. Still, it’s the same.
