I was standing straight in front of my brother's coffin, looking at the picture that was placed against the bouquet of flower. I slidded my hands down my pocket, wondering why I even came.

now that my little bro's dead, I'm the only one left in my family, appart from annoying aunts and uncles... was all I could think about.

I stepped back and bumped into a boy. he was small, in his early 20? the boy quickly bowed on the designed area, wiping his flowing tears with such little strenght. I looked him up and down once again and walked to him

"hey, you ain't from the family, are you?"