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  • My brother has always been my best friend.
    As little boys he showed me how to make friends
    He protected me

    When we grew up, we got more closer because our struggles.

    In 1997, My mother,my 10 months old brother and my old brother spent 8 months on a small island northerner of the Republic of Congo.
    We were trapped between the mighty Congo river and a swamp forest full of crocodiles.
    We lived of fruits and fishing.
    After a while we built a small mud house(non of us ever built a house before) and used a plastic sheeting as our roof top.

    However, every-time it rained my brother and i will step outside to hold the plastic so the wind coming from the river doesn't carry it away.
    We will get socked wet and cold
    but we felt happy that mom and our little brother stayed dry.
    I will adventure myself in the forest looking for dry wood and he will go fishing.

    Time has past now.

    7 years in America, i feel like i have lost him.
    He is married now,living the big city life.
    He doesn't want to hold the roof with me anymore.
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