My name is Sam. I have two brothers, one is biological, Joey, and the other was adopted, named Jess by his other family. My parents came and told us that we were going on a trip to Africa. We started packing our packs when our parents called us again. They misprounced what they meant to say; we were moving there! We shouted with joy. No more hiding from the neighbors and actually go to school.
When we got there with all of our stuff, we were amazed by the giant house; running up and down the stairs, running in the hallways. Then we decided to go outside and play hide-and-go-seek with each other. So I was the first one to count to ten. I went searching after my brothers. I found one in a tree, it was Jess. We turned around, listening to Joey. He was crossing the road when a car came flying by when he got hit. The car left the scene, leaving my brother florid within his cheeks. When the cops came, it was too late. They pronounced him dead. No one knew when the funeral was or where it was going to be. Jess and I had to learn how to be forbearance without him being there.
When the funeral came, the date on the stone stated that he passed away on July 20th, 2016; which was correct. A lot of people went, even the bullies were there just saying that he was going to be missed dearly. I was galling about that, gravity had him now. During the funeral, the trees were talking as the wind swept between them. Before he got hit by a car, my parents were out looking for him a baby lion for his birthday. Now, 5 years later, the lion named Cub is still with us. Growing bigger and bigger, just as Joey's spirit.
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