My little brother was 6 years old. School was just 2 weeks away and he would've been starting 1st grade. We had out whole day planned out we were going to a football game and a birthday party. My aunt lived around the corner so wel left to walk to her house from ours. I took him to the store and bought him candy he got fruit snacks. We reached the street to cross over to my aunts front door and the next thing I know I'm on the ground covered in blood and I can't see him. I had his hand and he said something that made me laugh that was the last moment I shared with him. A couple days in to the hospital they asked me and my brother did we want to see him and I said no because i didn't want to see him like that but now I regret it I should've went maybe I could've helped or talked to God and he would've helped him. I feel so bad I know I shouldn't blame myself but sometimes I do if only I would've stayed home or waited. I miss him so much words can't really explain. He visited some family members in dreams but not me I wonder why I just wanna see him and talk,hug,and kiss him again.