Folding His Bloodied Short Pants (My Last Act Of Service To A Murdered Brother)

It was a day after we buried him. I went with my father to clean our house where four nights earlier my eldest brother was shot to death. I needed to be there. I just have to be there. The door only covered the opening of the house, it was obviously been detached, the doorContinue reading “Folding His Bloodied Short Pants (My Last Act Of Service To A Murdered Brother)”