In Our Blood
When I was little, my mother nearly died giving birth to my little brother Brayden. Her delivery nearly left her bleeding out in the front seat of my dad 's Honda Civic. By the time Brayden’s little body popped out of my mother, my dad had hit a tree going 95 miles per hour. My father died on impact, but Brayden was left crying on the floorboards of my dad 's old smashed up car. My mother left the hospital weeks later with my new baby brother. When I first laid eyes on him I fell in love with his button nose and long curly brown hair. I remember he can home on my 8th birthday. He had these beautiful green eyes and dimples as deep as the moon 's craters. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was mine. From then on, everywhere I went, he went. We spent many days together, we 've become almost too close. His first words were ‘Linden”, he spoke my name daily but that never phased my mother. After my father died in the accident of Brayden 's birth, she fell in a deep depression. I’ve always had hope that my mother would get better. Till this day, I …show more content…
Even after my dire want to find my little brother, I pushed forward. I spent four years in school to become a investigator. I found a busy job in the city and made myself a reputation. I 've become one of the best investigators in my state. I 've solved over 300 complex cases but i still have yet to figure out where Brayden is. Every single case that I 've endured, I tried to make it about my brother because he’s my motivation. When I looked in the victim 's eyes, I see my brother looking back at me. It makes me seek justice. I finally realized that I should go right to the source. I was going to find my brother, I felt it in my bones. His case closed over 2 years ago, but I decided to overthrow the system and open up all the files i needed. Then it hit me, I had to go to my mother house and dig
When I was little, my mother nearly died giving birth to my little brother Brayden. Her delivery nearly left her bleeding out in the front seat of my dad 's Honda Civic. By the time Brayden’s little body popped out of my mother, my dad had hit a tree going 95 miles per hour. My father died on impact, but Brayden was left crying on the floorboards of my dad 's old smashed up car. My mother left the hospital weeks later with my new baby brother. When I first laid eyes on him I fell in love with his button nose and long curly brown hair. I remember he can home on my 8th birthday. He had these beautiful green eyes and dimples as deep as the moon 's craters. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was mine. From then on, everywhere I went, he went. We spent many days together, we 've become almost too close. His first words were ‘Linden”, he spoke my name daily but that never phased my mother. After my father died in the accident of Brayden 's birth, she fell in a deep depression. I’ve always had hope that my mother would get better. Till this day, I …show more content…
Even after my dire want to find my little brother, I pushed forward. I spent four years in school to become a investigator. I found a busy job in the city and made myself a reputation. I 've become one of the best investigators in my state. I 've solved over 300 complex cases but i still have yet to figure out where Brayden is. Every single case that I 've endured, I tried to make it about my brother because he’s my motivation. When I looked in the victim 's eyes, I see my brother looking back at me. It makes me seek justice. I finally realized that I should go right to the source. I was going to find my brother, I felt it in my bones. His case closed over 2 years ago, but I decided to overthrow the system and open up all the files i needed. Then it hit me, I had to go to my mother house and dig