When I was 15 years old I moved to Canada with my family. My father couldn’t find a job so he went back home to Iran to his old job. After my brother and I finished high school my mother went back to Iran to be with my Father. My brother who was very close to my parents also left few months after my mother. He lived there, went to collage and started a new job and had a long distance relationship with his girl friend who lived back in Vancouver. We all knew that one day he will propose to his girl friend. He had told everyone that they were meant for each other and that she was the love of his life.
Two years ago, just before I moved to California, I heard a news that Aida, my brother’s girlfriend had died In her sleep. I was devastated and not knowing what to do, called my parents and informed them first. We knew it would be matter of time before my brother would hear the news from his friends back in Vancouver so we did not tell him. After few short days my brother found out and locked himself in his room for few days mourning lose of his love. My brothers never recovered from his loss. Everywhere he was, everywhere he went he would talk about Aida or think that he saw her and lit a candle for her every night. A year after Aida’s death, my brother came here to visit me for two weeks. Him and my cousin went to a club on a weekend, and the next day he told us that he saw a girl who looked just like her but she was with another guy and he couldn’t talk to her. The night before he was scheduled to fly back home, on a Saturday night he went back to the club with my cousin on their way back home to see if that girl was there.
Well I don’t know if he found her or no because that night my brother and cousin both were killed by a drunk driver on the anniversary of Aida’s death. I like to think that their together now.
