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As I walked along the seemingly endless path, an incessant wind blew past the bouquet of white lilies and filled the air with its fragrance of despair. With a heavy heart, I kept on walking till I faced a tombstone. It was just an ordinary tombstone, yet it concealed all my poignant memories. Engraved on it was: “Tom Haskin, 20 years old, 1975-1995.” At that point in time, scenes that were imprinted indelibly in my mind flooded me like boisterous waves. Unable to control myself, I burst into wails. “Today, I am going to bury everything deep within my heart,” I thought. So I allowed myself to be engulfed in waves of sorrow. Tom Haskin was my older brother. He was handsome and had the sturdy body of an athlete. Cheerful and tall, he seemed bigger than life itself. I used to giggle about how girls gushed about his “golden beauty.” On top of that, he was a caring and loving brother. In fact, he was the best brother a girl could ever have. He showered me with all his love and cared for me as if I was a precious gem. All these pleasant events happened before he was sixteen years old and I was just eleven years of age. All of a sudden, he lost all interest in life. Nobody cared for him, not even my parents. Perhaps, it was partly his fault. He always talked back when reprimanded by my parents. As I grew older, I became too busy with my own schoolwork and friends; hence I had little time for him. Now, as I ponder it, I am so ashamed of myself. How could I know so little about someone who lived under the same roof? At the age of eighteen, my brother was expelled from school for breaking rules repeatedly. All the teachers thought that he was simply incorrigible.
Approximate Word count = 1240
Approximate Pages = 5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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