My Little Brother

I found out at at about 9pm my little brother Mark has been in a motorbike accident. He was rushed to hospital with internal bleeding, he wasn't breathing on his own and head injury. He was then rushed to the PA hospital to have surgery. He was taken into surgery at 11pm and it is now 1am, and I still haven't had any news.

I remember when he was still a little baby and mum couldn't get him to sleep and I cradled him in my arms and he fell asleep. I use to feed him all the time. Mark and I have always been close. I use to watch Ninja Turtles with him and play He-man(he had all the figurines), cause no-one else would play with him. When he wanted to know what something was or what a word meant he would come to me.

When he was 14 mum couldn't handle him so she put him onto a bus and sent him down to me from Brisbane. He lived with Rick and I for about 6 months and then went back to Brisbane. This happened 3 times in 3 years. Mum would say it was my turn to deal with him.

We have had our fair share of screaming matches, but we both know at the end of the day we will always be there for each other. We have always been close. I love him heaps and I miss him and I want to be there for him through this.

He has to be OK. I can't lose my little brother, he doesn't mind me calling him that even though he is now 23.

Vesna