Prologue

He said the rain is the earths way of telling you not to cry because it’s doing that for you.

So on the day of my brother’s funeral, when it rained, I didn’t cry.

My mom cried. The tears poured from her eyes and the sobs poured from her lips.

But I did not.

My dad cried. Silent sobs that shook his body and made me feel miserable because he never cries.

But I did not.

Relatives cried. His friends cried. Some of my friends cried; others just stood there, not talking to me, but staying close if I needed anything. I was grateful for that.

I didn’t cry. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t sad.

Author's Note

I know it's short, but it's just the prologue. There are other chapters.