Growing up as a kid, my big brother was my hero. No matter what, through thick and thin, he always had my back. As kids, there was never a dull moment in the house because of him. Deshaun’s smile would brighten up a room, and even though at the time I would’ve never admitted it, I was very proud to be his little sister. When we were little he was the ultimate big brother. Every day I was picked on, beat up, and cussed out, but the one thing that he did that I really enjoyed was the breathtaking hugs and the sloppy kisses.
This particular Saturday was like any other Saturday. We woke up, wrestled, cleaned the house, and ate breakfast. We went to our Granny’s house and washed her car, played hide-n-seek, and basketball. Of course he let me win …show more content…
Standing there waiting on him to come in seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life. I didn’t know what to do, or how to feel. I just wanted everything back to normal.
When he finally arrived at the hospital, the paramedics brought him in on a stretcher. Out of reaction, I had to tell my brother that I was there for him, and that I loved him. The hallway to the entrance of the hospital began to fill up with people who were there to wait we my family. We sat there and just waited. Waited to see Deshaun walk out of the hospital room, to hear him laugh, and to see him smile. All we could do was wait. Wait and pray. Pray and wait. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I seen my grandmother walk down the hallway and throw her hands up in the air. My cousin starts to cry and yell that he’s gone. In my head, it still didn’t register what had just accrued. Did my big brother, my hero, the man that I thought could battle anything just lose the fight of his life? I didn’t quite understand. I just sat there. Tears rolling down my face, while I’m trying to fathom what in the world went down. I just had to get up and run. That maybe if I ran he would be somewhere to catch me, but he wasn’t. The tears began to flow more and more. I had no clue what I was going to
This particular Saturday was like any other Saturday. We woke up, wrestled, cleaned the house, and ate breakfast. We went to our Granny’s house and washed her car, played hide-n-seek, and basketball. Of course he let me win …show more content…
Standing there waiting on him to come in seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life. I didn’t know what to do, or how to feel. I just wanted everything back to normal.
When he finally arrived at the hospital, the paramedics brought him in on a stretcher. Out of reaction, I had to tell my brother that I was there for him, and that I loved him. The hallway to the entrance of the hospital began to fill up with people who were there to wait we my family. We sat there and just waited. Waited to see Deshaun walk out of the hospital room, to hear him laugh, and to see him smile. All we could do was wait. Wait and pray. Pray and wait. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I seen my grandmother walk down the hallway and throw her hands up in the air. My cousin starts to cry and yell that he’s gone. In my head, it still didn’t register what had just accrued. Did my big brother, my hero, the man that I thought could battle anything just lose the fight of his life? I didn’t quite understand. I just sat there. Tears rolling down my face, while I’m trying to fathom what in the world went down. I just had to get up and run. That maybe if I ran he would be somewhere to catch me, but he wasn’t. The tears began to flow more and more. I had no clue what I was going to