He was my mentor, my brother, my everything.

On April 14, 2016, that day burned in my mind. My brother took the door and there was a police officer. When I looked into his eyes, I could not see anger or hatred, only mercy and sorrow were seen. He just did the worst job. I am studying, and I have the last tomorrow. My parents left this country .. All I know is my brother is dead I am standing there and I can not understand it under shock. I did not know that he was suicide until he digged something with his computer. He deleted my history, but Google saved another search history. I remember the expression of his face the previous day. There is neither sorrow nor emptiness, only a smile. He concealed it very well. We know that he coped with depression several years ago, but he said that he had never committed suicide, unlike this. When I learned that he was dead, his personality was pushed and my other brother told everyone. Calls other than the one hearing the story of his best friend broke, I think that a small portion of my people are dead every time they call. I worked all over the country on 29th. Running away from home was not very difficult for me. I did not pay attention to anything. After I gathered the timetable, when I was cleaning his room, I noticed that he was dead thinking that person was sick that morning. There is nothing to feel guilty in your life. I am going around and today is a particularly difficult day. I have not seen it get better. I do not know if I want it or not

This is a story that I know well. This is the story of my best friend, my brother Kevin. Recently, my older brother saw five nights a week on ESPN nationwide television. He is a celebrity radio journalist. Everything he has is attributed to his own natural talent, perseverance, desire and belief. Kevin knows that he wants to be in his eighth grade. He began to announce the score of sports at our junior high school transceiver. He did the same in high school. Kevin used his basketball skills to earn a sports scholarship at the university where he attended school in one of the top radio broadcasts in the United States.

Today I will have dinner with one of my university groups. My senior, my leader, my friend, my brother, something that is not - I have this person. I knew him from the second year of engineering. He is one of them - he brings about laughter. He is seriously thinking about his genes - please do not seriously spread the smile. He also has verbal narrative speaking skills. You know some people speaking real life, events, twisting - 80% of the truth and 20% of the novel. Just to make it a drama. Ha ha! ! He will change his condition to suit this situation. Furthermore, he himself also laughs. Hahaha! !

I have a lot of my brothers, teachers, and friends who helped me at every moment in my life. My first tutor was my brother He helped me in every field of my life He helped me choose science or art subjects. He also accepted enrollment in the Hailey Collage of Commerce, helping me in Inter Milano, teaching, supporting supporters, picking a university. My second tutor is my college teacher Mr. Asam Shafiak. In the second semester I was very frustrated. Because, in a freshman, he pointed me to the class in class and I have not talked about what you have in class. I met myself after class in the workplace. Thanks to his goodwill and guidance, the CGPA has increased from 54 to 03.