Today was suppose to be a special occasion. It was an event that was thought up and planned out over a series of several months. Today, my brother's girlfriend and I were to prepare a special meal, delving into my deceased mother's recipe box, a box fill with hundreds of delicacies that were locked away with my heart back in 2003. This meal would have been followed by a showing of home movies that commemorated her, the one we hold dearest to our hearts.
My brother ruined this special day, the day that was suppose to be a surprise for him and our dad. Much like myself, my brother is emotionally unstable, only when he has his break downs--whic