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Will I Make it to my Quinceañera?

One of those bullets hit my little brother, he died a few days after being in the hospital. I wondered why not me? He was so innocent–he had nothing to do with it. I miss his little voice asking if he can sleep in my bed because he was scared. He was screaming for me because he was scared. I didn’t get to hear his voice again. He did nothing wrong. My family will never be the same. My heart dropped when I heard that he had died. Now I’m just sitting in the car looking at where he sat. He was so excited when he saw my dress.

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