I remember the day my brother was born. His name is Matthew Mark Keenlance. He was born on December 25th, 2014. 19 days after my 10th birthday. I remember going into the hospital room and seeing my moms empty arms. I remember feeling nothing at first, but confusion. It didn’t hit me until the next day, December 26th. I finally brought myself to hold him; his green, bear printed blanket was so soft. I feel like I was torn in half. I’ve never experienced anyone pass away in my whole lifetime. I felt my family all coming together. Any past arguments, tension, troubles, none of it mattered. We all just wanted to be together. I remember that horrible hospital smell. A clean smell, yet a horrible scent. I could taste my salty tears, I knew things would different forever. Things like this change everything. I can still hear the sniffles and wails of my family, I could see the purple, puffy eyes of my siblings and parents. I think seeing that was the most painful part. This day will forever be my least favorite, but I will never forget.