Today, something very interesting happened. At midnight, I could see my dead brother in the doorframe, asking "Do you still love me?". I tried my best to answer... But he disappeared.

I'm a single child, living in a crammed appartment. My brother died when I was 7. That was 5 years ago. Now, it's 1960, and I still think of him. Well, that's what I used to. I slowly forgot him.

But since he was standing there, I remembered. I could see what happened then-

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We were going to the park together, to play with the others we always played with. They were called Sarah and Jenny. However, on a crosswalk, my brother saw something. A few euros. 2. He picked it up, but he didn't see a car came, but luckily it stopped. It was our neighbour. However other cars came from both directions, who were hasty and, one was holding a map. He didn't see where he was driving, and, once he saw my brother, it was too late to brake.

Our neighbour called 911. The paramedics came. My brother was out cold. They brought him to the hospital. I rushed to my parents to tell them and we rushed there too. But, it was too late.
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I still feel torn. I really wish I could see him again. Since then, my mother has been depressed. Me too. But, I can still feel that my brother is here sometimes, since that time he was in the doorframe. Maybe i hallucinated? Perhaps not?

...Is he still here? George...?