"Vivian, Condolences for your lost." I simply nodded my head to the old woman I usually met in the church.
My last remaining family, my older brother whom I'm not really closed with had passed away. Due to severe drinking and alcohol, he developed cancer.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Vivian." Those where his last words as he was fighting between life and death in the hospital bed.
Somehow, I know he did a lot of bad things to me. And he must be sorry for it, for real. Since they say that people reveal their real feelings the moment of their death. I didn't know what came to me that time... He was a drunkard, a smoker and always a useless burden to me. I hated him so much. But at the same time, I never wished for him to suffer like this anymore. Cause I am the only one who understand where his pain was rooted, our pain was rooted.
