• It was 5 A.M, same day, same time, the anniversary my mother died, a car crash, so cliche. You think no one would die, but when it happens, it seems all to real, images of the scene; then they pull you away, making you look like some fool gawking at a dead body. I smelled the air, it was fresh, crisp morning air. I walked into the abysmal graveyard, where my mother lay 6 feet under. I walked over to my mother's plot and went on my knees, a sadness and pain went through me. I wept, I felt the tears fall unto my cheeks, then my chin, finally on the grass. I laid down the blackish red roses, she loved those flowers. The flowers still had that mist on them, they looked as if they were weeping with me. I smashed my fist in the ground, primal instincts to wreak havoc on anything were blatant. I looked like a pathetic raging beast my brother said as he passed along in a white suit with white roses, contrasting my outfit to a agonizing extent, we are twins yet here we are, as different as water and fire.
    "Shut up, you never knew mom like I did." I said quietly. My brother turned to me, staring at me like he was stricken and wanted to strike back. Finally he picked up pace and started to speak.
    "Obviously jealous at my own connection with mother, you never quite did mourn for her." He said calmly, it was rather a rash response, for I was the on on my knees weeping, while he just dropped his roses and left.