So one “pleur”

So I decided to make that phone call that elusive phone call that I’ve eluded for the past few months. I decided to dial the numbers not because I was curious or anything but because deep down I care. I wanted to know what was going on, how one was feeling, how one adjusting to life without me, I needed to know if one still feel like I should have stayed.

Rumors has it one hasn’t been the same ever since my departure, one has been going out a lot more, hanging out with a lot of bad people and making a lot of bad decisions. I wish I could help out but I cannot. I have my own issues to deal with so what makes one think that I have the time to worry about one’s problems.

I spoke to my mother, she begged me to call one and put some sense into one. She felt I could help one alleviate the stress because ever since I left one hasn’t been one. One has always been crazy thus is one of the many reasons one and I never got along but maybe my mom is right. I do need to talk to one because maybe I can bring one some inspiration, maybe I can apologize for leaving the way I did or maybe I can just offer some type of advice.

Truth is I’ve been so disappointed in one that I don’t really have anything to say to one. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to talk to one but at last one is my little brother, so I have to be there and support him regardless of his past indiscretions. I am indeed disappointed in him but hey, I had to make that phone call. After all, he is my brother and he needs my guidance…

So he cries…