Freddie was my brother whom I raised like my son. He never left my side until the day his father ...
Freddie was my brother whom I raised like my son. He never left my side until the day his father came and asked him to come stay with him. He wanted to go so bad since his father was not really in his life. But he didn't want to leave me. I told Freddie that he was now 18 yrs. Old, a straight A student with a job. It was the biggest mistake I had ever made. My brother suffered a lot growing up. Everyday is a challenge for me. I make myself believe that he is mad and thats why I haven't heard from him. But weeks later I remember someone tood his life and that's when I want to take mine. What's worse, is that the guy who killed him is still out there free while my brothers life was robbed. I don't understand! I just want to hear his voice and feel him and smell him. If you know any information, please let post a comment. I need to know, I don't know what else to do. Please help, I miss my brother and so does my son.
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