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Chinese believe that the spirits of people who passed away would go home on a particular day after their deaths.

It might be yet another superstition.

But because of this tradition, I wrote something for my big brother so that he will have something to read when he goes home.

Wanted to write the whole thing with a smile, because he loves to make us happy and because I don't want him to worry about us.

But I just couldn't.

I couldn't stop crying.

It still feels like it happened yesterday. 

It still feels like I've just seen him in a family gathering not long ago.

It still feels like he have never left us.

But feelings fool. 

He left us. Forever.

S, I miss you. 

Could you hear me?

Come home and read what I wrote for you, ok? 

Love,

N