I just woke up,
I only had five hours of sleep.
Which is good but I spent the last last day awake,
I wanted to sleep but I got distracted with my drawing.
I wanted to sleep but my brother got ill and threw up chunks in the bathroom and my bedroom floor,
I need to stay and help him let it out.
Mostly out of worry while my parents forgot they had in youngest son that night,
No one got out of bed,
No one asked,
No one really cared.
That the youngest was in pain from throwing up,
While I stood beside him,
Confronting him,
And giving him as much comfort a sister could give.
I spent that whole night forcing myself awake that night,
Passing out a few times until he finally finished and slept.
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