I was fourteen when I lost the most important person in my life.

My older brother, Rayul, he meant the world to me.

The trigger event happened on a Friday, nine days before his twenty-eighth birthday.

"Be good, will you? and try not to get yourself in trouble again little bro" he teased strapping on my backpack like I was still five years old and tugging my cap over my ears. I swatted his hands aside.

"Yeah I know, I know, don't say anything disturbing to the professor, no smart talk and definitely no sniping from her fridge" I repeated in monotone. It was what he told me every time I went off to see my private tutor, I was studying under her to prepare myself for the rigorous courses I would have to take to realizing my dreams in becoming a doctor. We had met at a school talent show, where she was impressed with how advanced I was in the medical field for my age. Offering to take me on as her apprentice after gaining my brothers permission. I was taking the first big steps towards my goal.

"Looks like you do pay attention to me from time to time" he kidded, zipping my jacket and tucking my scarf in as I tried to head out the door.

"Would you stop that? I'm not a little kid anymore".

"But it's freezing outside, I don't want you to catch a cold" he worried like a mother hen.

"It's not thirty bellow. I'll live".

"It doesn't have to be that cold for you to catch something. The worlds awash in germs, you should know that Mr Imma-be-a-doctor-one-day-soon".

"Ok first off, that name was way to long, secondly I am smart enough to already be in the medical field. Thanks to a handful of stupid adults I have to go through roughly ten years of school".

"Hey no offense to you shrimp, but I seriously doubt I'd feel safe with a kid doctor stitching me together".

"You don't trust me? I'm your brother!".

"Whelp! Time for you to get to school" he said loudly, shoving me out the door first and locking the door behind us "We can continue this awkward conversation on trust when you get home".

"So you seriously don't trust me?" I argued refusing to drop it as he grabbed me by the hood of my jacket, hauling be down the short dingy hallways of our apartment complex.

"Of course I trust you Aaron, just not with a scalpel in your hand as a brush and my unconscious body as your canvas".

"You seriously think I'd kill you if I operated on you right now".

"Quit frankly yes, seeing as there is absolutely nothing wrong with me and you are lacking greatly in the medical tool department".

"You know what I meant".