I really do love my family. My father, mother, brother.... They mean the world to me. Most people's nightmares are about things chasing them in the dark, or themselves falling from great heights... But my worst nightmares are where my mother is crying, or where my father has disappeared, or where I don't have a brother. It scares me. A lot. I love my parents, but I've never really known how to show it. They say all they want is for me to have a good life... So am I being selfish or not when I strive for the best no matter who or what gets in my way? And I haven't talked to my brother in so long, I have almost forgotten what it is like to be close to him. Sometimes... Memories come back and I feel... Bittersweet nostalgic.
One day... Everyone will be gone.
I am afraid to grow up for this sole reason.