Today my brother Mitchell would be 19, I can't believe it was nineteen years ago at midnight. Mom doesn't think I think about or care or care about my dad she is wrong but I hide so many of my thoughts and feelings away until they burst but I cry all the time when I am alone, people don't need to see my pain, mom doesn't need to see my pain. I remember Aaron babysitting, I remember staying up and watching Cinderella or some Disney movie, knowing that mom and dad when to have another baby then I remember mom coming home crying. I can't blame my parents for not liking the holidays, anyways later.