My little brother Joshua was born when I was ten years old on the sunniest day in July. He came out of the womb complaining, unlike most children who simply cry during their delivery my little brother came out speaking perfect spanish and english curse words that described his current unhappiness. He was born with a very dangerous high fever that no medicine or Mexican herb could fix. It wasn’t until I held him with my cool clammy hands that his terrible temper went away and he finally stopped cursing like a full grown adult. Since Joshua’s birth it was quite obvious he received my father’s quick and hot temper. I on the other hand was born on a cool september night and received my mother’s patience and cool head. We are complete opposites in this sense and in many others. This became abundantly clear as Joshua grew older and attended kindergarten. I was known as the quiet student who always did as he was told exactly when he was told, while my brother was the student to question everything and demanded a reason for every action he did in school. I always kept to myself and rarely went outside, Joshua was one of the most popular kids in his class and hated the indoors. The differences between us are even more obvious in the way we play the game of baseball. I was the smart calculated player, while my brother loved to feed off of his emotions and relied on his instincts and talents to play. Growing up with Joshua was extremely entertaining for me as I loved to hear him speak without thinking and say anything that popped into his head at the wrong time. Such as when he told the doctor to “stop trash talking” when he was told the fried skin of the chicken was unhealthy for him. While I on the other hand cried when I was his age because, the doctor recommended I eat more. I also believed Joshua loved spending time with me as he always seemed to calm down and seem less angry. When it was finally time for me to select which college I would attend my cheapest and therefore only option was to attend a school that was several hours away from my home. It hurt me a great deal leaving my family behind as I traveled. I quickly learned that most of the people who attended this school were very different from the people I was accustomed to back home they spoke in a weird accent and it seemed like all of them were brought into this world by people who told my parents what to do day in and day out. I still however managed to make friends and adjusted very slowly to my new home , however I soon noticed I was showing even less emotion than I usually did I was cold and distant without my new friends even realizing. I was extremely excited when break began so that I may go back home and see if everything was as I left it. When I arrived home from a long bus ride the door was wide open along with all the windows in the house. This is strange because, my hometown is in the middle of the country and becomes very cold that time of year. As soon as I stepped in the house I was greeted by an incredible heat wave, the house was at least 40 degrees warmer than the temperature outside. My mother greeted me in the kitchen, she was genuinely happy to see me but, there was obvious traces of pain in her face. She told me that my father was not home because he was in search of a new job due to his last job being shut down. I asked my mother about the heat wave in the house. She took me to my brother’s room where Joshua was laying down with ice on his chest. The heat was coming off of him. My mother explained that Joshua had hit a rapid growth spurt, while he also became more angry and more emotional. She also explained that one day he had cut himself when he was throwing a fit and that his blood was literally boiling and melted a piece of the table. He became ill with fever and had been asleep for one whole day. They did not have the money to take him to the hospital since she was the only one working. Since I was around my brother I actually felt emotion and was not numb, I began to cry as guilt fell over my body like a side effect of the extreme heat. I knew it was my fault for not being home so that my cold body could protect Joshua from himself. I immediately tried to hug my brother like the day he was born to cool him off and so that he may return to normal. It burned attempting to hug him, I knew in that moment that it was too late I began to cry. The next thing I remember was waking that night when my father woke me up he had found a new job. I went to joshua’s room where I began to weep again. That was the last form of emotion I have felt in my life even now as I write this story I am not sad by my brother’s death. My brother’s funeral required a special metal casket that would not burn like the wooden ones as heat continued to radiate from my brother even after his death. I felt nothing not even a wince of pain as the metal box was dropped into the earth and I no longer felt the warmth of my brother. The priest mistaking my lack of tears for disbelief attempted to hug me, he screamed in pain as the mild case of frostbite affected his skin. At that moment I realized I no longer could go back to school.I stayed at home where my parents died of a severe case of pneumonia during the summer. I still felt no emotion.
