Tomatoes are sweet

God that sparked a sadness, he never meant to hurt me. He was just a child of abuse and had mental issues, I do too. When I was growing up he saved enough money to buy me a bike, back in Mexico. He loved so pure when he could.

He’ll also never get to see his nieces and nephews. Never a chance.

Thank you ever so kindly for sharing.

Thank you :)

The name made me giggle!

I love everybody. It’s a hardship unduly deserved, but a burden I must carry.

I have a hard time finding a memory of favor, for all feel sick and frightening. I’d constantly have PTSD nightmares about my inability to fight back, it’d merely tickle him.

He was but a child without the chance to live. He hurt me so harshly, yet my father had hurt him more. By his abuse, my brother chose the safety of the streets, rather than the shelter of love.

I don’t blame him, I almost became him, I was just lucky. An agonizing fortune.

I wish he wasn’t gone, he deserved his life as much as any of us. He had found god and began repenting. He knew they were killing his old gang mates and he was not long for this world if he stayed in Chicago.

I too would rather die near mother, than coward away. For what is life if not taking a stand and declaring your intent on this world. He had found god in his final weeks, he said to my mother, “He is your compensation for all the misery you have experienced.”

I hate that he gave me such beauty and value, because everyday I have to make sure he’s right. Otherwise I have forgotten him. What would his suffering bring if not my compassion for mankind.

Thank you, your kindness is not empty regardless of how we came to meet. It is appreciated, cherished, and remembered.

Thank you for liking the picture, I dream he will see me one day.

I really appreciate that, he wasn’t a good man, my brother that is. To most he’d be remembered as a statistic but he was a man no less, and my brother no more. Yet he was killed in the streets like an animal, it saddens me.

I’m sorry you lost yours too, please take my love and hope for your grieving to find comfort. Thank you for sharing yours, thank you for gifting me companionship in something so horrid.

I don’t feel so alone.