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I am living. You are living. We are living though we take a whole lot for granted. The invisible air that we breathe. The honour of seeing new sights every time we blink. We understand invisible sounds from others' words or sign language. Movement, the magic of telling your brain you want to raise your arm or hold a fist.
My only brother is not living. As of 18 May 2019, my brother ceased to live. Nothing of his is moving, all because of a piece of metal that was pressed against his head and a trigger was pulled. Assassination? Taken out? Murdered?
He left us confused! He was the one who was to take care of the family home.
I am living. You are living. We are living though we take a whole lot for granted. The invisible air that we breathe. The honour of seeing new sights every time we blink. We understand invisible sounds from others' words or sign language. Movement, the magic of telling your brain you want to raise your arm or hold a fist.
My only brother is not living. As of 18 May 2019, my brother ceased to live. Nothing of his is moving, all because of a piece of metal that was pressed against his head and a trigger was pulled. Assassination? Taken out? Murdered?
He left us confused! He was the one who was to take care of the family home.
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