/lit/ - Literature

>>21549808
I worry about my brother at his work. He's doing good and no one's picking on him but I worry just the same. He's been through so much pain and I don't want him to fall back into that dark place where he almost lost himself. He's best of us siblings. I should have gotten him a moose for Christmas. He use to love stuffed moose toys so much. He used to have this little moose he called moosey he would carry with him all the time. God I miss those times.