wonder what Paul would say to me at this moment. He would encourage me, and I can hear my brother's voice in my head as if he's right here next to me. I look at my reflection and picture him behind me, talking to me through the mirror. I imagine him in his uniform, and I swear I can see him. His brown hair is carefully brushed to the side as it always used to be, and the dimples on his cheeks are vividly present in the mirror. “Don't let that asshole get to you. My little sister’s a badass. Stay strong. You’ve got this. Make me proud.”
