Merry Christmas, My Leopard.

Tonight, as we ate and entertained eachother, i went to check up on my youngest brother who always separates himself from the crowd. I was thinking i'd find him laying on his stomach on my grandma's bed, watching one of his weird anime's or some strange youtube thing i will never understand. But i found him sitting on the floor next to the bed, staring at the wall. I went up to him and asked what was wrong, already expecting him to say nothing, but i still asked. I stroked his shoulders and joked about something and he said "i don't know what's going on. I don't wanna draw or be on my phone. I feel like i have a lot of energy but i can't express it. I just wanna fucking kick something." And he started to cry. My brother has a very difficult time expressing his feelings and this is his first christmas without his dad and to top things off, our mom worked all day. I wish i had the words or tools to soothe your pain, my leopard. I wish i could protect you from any harm this fucked up world will inflict. If hugging you would make it all go away, i'd hug you until the sun stopped shinning.