Three days ago my brother returned from Afghanistan... And during these three days, when I was going home, brother was not there and when brother was becoming, I was not... On the third day, I went out and kept thinking about the military uniform hanging on the chair, which has traces of desert, which has my brother's name... I got a call from home in the evening... A familiar voice was heard on the phone. "Where are you, Irakli?" I'm tongue-in-cheek, quickly went home and all along the way I had so many questions to ask him. I imagined a standing ovation I imagined a picture of our loud meeting, but when I entered the door, I was frozen because I met the sleepless and battle eyes... We stood for three seconds and after three seconds we hugged each other without saying a word...
sometimes, when our home feels too big, i would glance at the wall between our bedrooms. i would trace the faded pencil markings where we used to mark how tall we've grown each year. i would crane my neck and imagine how tall you'd be if you were home right now. i would never say i miss you, but the traces of you at home makes this place a house deprived of warmth.
The son of my mother seems not to talk to me. I treat him like a best friend while he treats me as his enemy Hopefully some day he’ll see I want the best for him And I hope that one day he and I will make a better team. My respect goes out to those who respects their family. Only in such a respect can people give birth to royalty.
Why did you stop breathing, When I wanted you to have so many more breaths? Why did you leave this world, When there was so much experience within it that you had left? Why do I have to live without you now, When we got no time at all? Why does it have to be so unfair? Why can’t you come back once, or a thousand hundred times more?
Why did you die first, When I am so much older? Why couldn’t anyone do anything enough to save you? Why did no one’s efforts work? Why did you go from being healthy, To unresuscitationable?
Why am I stuck here now, Without ever being able to see you again? What do you think about and do in heaven? Do you think about me at all?
I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. If I could have had a second chance, I’d do it all so much better. I miss you more than you could know, I love you and I never wanted to let you go.