I woke up that morning with this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, I could feel it, only I had no idea what it was. I looked over and saw my brother rummaging through his bag as if he had lost something precious. He was already fully dressed in army fatigue reminding me of a soldier that was heading off to war.
The gnawing feeling only intensified as I watched him search for his lost item. Whatever he was looking for seemed to be important as he cursed at his bag and himself for not having it. Normally I would have asked him what he was doing but I didn’t, instead I just watched and waited until he said, “Are you going to stare or are you going to help?”
“What are you looking for?” I said, countering his question with my own.
“My phone. I can’t find it anywher
