When I was born, I was born a fraternal twin meaning one being a guy the other a girl. My brother, Kevin, was born with left heart syndrome. Meaning the left side of his heart was never properly formed or something like that. On the night we were born we refused to sleep in different bassinets, I knew something was wrong with him so I wouldn't leave his side. No other little ones had died around then, so the doctors couldn't replace his heart. They had him on medicine and were going to operate somehow. He seemed to be doing better, so they took him off a little bit of the medicine. He got sick to fast and he died. Kevin only lived fourteen days in total.
Anyway, I was about five. For some reason I was the only one in the house at the time. I think my parents were on the porch. I was sitting at the kitchen table, getting ready to go outside when I heard my name. I turned all around trying to find out who said my name. I had five older siblings then, so I thought it was one of them. I was a smart mouth, always have been always will be, and said "Show yourself. Bubby? Sissy?" I called gettting really, really scared.
All of a sudden I turned around and saw a blonde boy with big green eyes dressed all in white. I thought he was my age. Thinking back to the memory his hair was turning brown just like mine. He vanished. For some reason I've always thought boy was my dead twin.
Sometimes when I get real upset I see that boy, only as I got older so has he. I'm thirteen now and the boy is thirteen too. I can guarentee you he is my brother and my gaurdian angel. Because when I get down, or upset, or in trouble, he is always there. I love him and I swear he will probably and always will follow me around my whole life.
All I really know is I'm special and always protected. Apparently, my brother never really died. I told my parents and they agree he is my gaurdian angel. What do you think?