This morning my mom told me something horrible. My half brother who I haven't seen since I was six, killed himself yesterday. I still loved him, and still had a chance of seeing him, and wanted to. I still wanted to be able to see him, and re-build a a brother-sister relationship with him. ~sobplz (https://www.deviantart.com/sobplz) My mom told me that I shouldn't be upset and cry, and that this had nothing to do with me. He was still my brother, and I still loved him, I never stopped. Then, during church, my mom starts crying, so loudly, that people turn around and look at her. SHE TOLD ME I COULDN'T FUCKING CRY, BUT SHE CAN, EVEN THOUGH SHE NEVER LOVED HIM, SHE NEVER CAR