“I was a shitty brother,” I add, letting my hand fall to my stomach. “I didn’t listen to her. I didn’t see it. And then she died and…it was too late. I’d give anything for one more day with her,” I whisper, looking away so I don’t have to see the pain in his eyes, knowing he feels the same. “Just to tell her all the things I’m sorry for…To hear her voice...To hear her sing one more time…”
