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Five Sentence Fiction – Clutch

 

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  First Encounter

My six years old brother clutched my hand tightly and pleaded ‘ don’t go to office princess’, he was   fourteen years younger than I, born with Down ’s syndrome was, he has the wisdom of a three-year old child, he always wanted me to stay at home.

 

He was very affectionate, loving and caring, always called me a princess, I do not know why and I always agreed to stay in spite of my boss getting angry with me, sometimes he even taunted me to leave the job and stay at home, I knew he was right but have no heart to say no to my brother.

 

 I agreed, spent the day with him, took him for a walk in the evening, then told him a story at bedtime and he slept.

 After few days he met with an accident, though it was just a mild push by his elder brother’s bicycle but he became very uneasy, we rushed him to the hospital where doctors said it is a brain haemorrhage and he cannot survive and had only 48 hours to live.

 

Sitting by his bedside, I watched him slowly succumbing to his injury, second by second lights going out of his eyes, skin becoming dull every minute, next day he was gone, without giving us time to do something for him,  this was my first encounter with death, which is embedded in my mind till now.

 

 

 

 

 

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I knew all along that life is about, love, compassion, compatibility and friendship, but now I have discovered that life is also about sharing the thoughts, encouraging others and getting encouraged. So here I am with my blogs about life, friendship, love, and whatever life has taught me.

16 responses »

  1. Oh, this is so sad. He was only 6?

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  2. What a sad post. You gave your brother love he needed so badly. It will in the long run make you happy,I hope.

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  3. A very moving account, Indira. I’m so sorry for your sad memory, but I’m sure you also have happy memories of your little brother.

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  4. Very sad, but more poignant as it’s your story. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Very sad, but she was so very loving and has good memories to share.

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  6. Oh my gosh. This is extremely sad. It’s so brave of you to share and I feel privileged to have read about how sweet your brother was. I hope you have loads of happy memories too. xx

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