My brother was dying, the realization of it hit me like a sharp pain, a deep ache and tightening constriction around my chest. The panic came after, especially in my mother's voice desperately begging my father to try again as the monsoon let loose and torrents of rain made a loud rattling sound on the metal roofing of our house. My father had already attempted several times with no luck carrying poor Frank back into the house soaked and dripping, while my brother was shivering shifting from cold to burning up as the fever grew worse...



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