Connor: Hey Brother.

Me: Hey...

Connor: I Miss Mom...

Me: Me too...

I've been thinking of that fatal morning. The Crash. That day...Changed me. It changed my life forever. I Lost my Mother. My Real Mother. I Lost my Brother. My Little Brother. I cared for. I loved both of them. So very much. We were on the way to the store. Me , My Mom, and Connor. He wasn't even a year old. I was in the passenger seat. Then I look at my mother. I smile at her face. My father was over in Iraq. Fighting a War while his sons were growing up. I wanted to be just like him. I still do. But when I looked to the left. There was a semi truck. Ramming the side of the car. We were pushed into a ditch. My mother was killed of the impact...My Brother...Broken Neck...I hated the man that killed them. He killed them and I survived the crash. I don't know why. When I had awoken from being knocked out. There was a tree branch inches from my head. And I look at my mother again. Her face covered in blood. There was so much blood. I could see the crashed truck a few feet up in show trees. Then he came out from behind the truck. I could tell he saw me moving. He rushed over and prided the door open. I was covered in broken glass but he didn't care. He picked me up and rushed me to the side of the road. The entire time I begged him to get my mother and brother. He just didn't listen and held me down so I wouldn't run over. The police came a little less than a half hour. I was calm by then. I start to remember my dad. He would have to come home to a dead child and wife. He was depressed for a while. He started smoking. At the time of the crash. My youngest brother in the hospital. He was born only a few days before. I cried day after day remembering the crash. When my dad got back. It was better. But only a small bit. The crash affected not only my mental state but my physical state. I couldn't fall asleep in a moving vehicle. I would always have that day flashback to me. And I'd wake up in panic. I still do. I reach for the closet thing to me and grab hold. Holding on for life. But then I'm back where I was. In the vehicle. My dad first noticed it when I had it happen to me while we were driving back home. The next day. We moved. To Indiana. That's where my grandparents live. I stayed there for a good amount of years. I got a dog a few weeks after moving in. A Samoyed. It reminded me of a wolf. It looked like it should have been on a mountain.  It made me smile for the first time in years. Connor would have loved Milo. Milo was so fluffy. I stayed up at night. I couldn't sleep at night. Just that Nightmare. It haunts me. Them Milo walked over to me. He sat beside me. But He was against the door. Guarding it. Guarding me. It was almost as if he knew what I was thinking. He was telling me everything was going to be fine. And for the first time. I could sleep. I didn't have a nightmare. I could smile again. Connor would have been a great brother. I could have seen how he grew up. He would have been a good man. Better than me. He could have learned from my mistakes and turned them into a good thing. He was full of imagination. Full of hope. He had a future. But I just wish It was me and not him. He could have been a king. But I must take the name and rule now. I guess this is were it ends. I miss you Connor.