Memories: Good or Bad?

The irony of it all is that my sister, mother, and I were laughing just a few seconds before my mother opened the envelope that would change my brother’s life forever.
It’s not like my brother didn’t have it bad enough already. He has very low functioning autism. What that means is that he has “special needs.” He can’t talk very well and everything is probably five times harder for him to learn something. He has the attention span of a two year old and will probably have to have someone taking care of him for the rest of his life. For these reasons I will hate that one letter from my dad.
My mother and father are divorced so my dad was the first to find out. And in that letter he informed us that Ben’s life is now harder then it already is. Ben is now having seizures on a weekly basis. When I found out, I could I hardly breath. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even feel sad really. It just felt like someone just turned me inside out, and there I stayed. In the car where my mother read the letter to my sister and I it was like we were all silenced by force. We were all so scared for him.
Ben has been having seizures since I was in about sixth or seventh grade. I never saw him have a seizure until this summer. I was at my dad’s house and Ben my sister and I was watching a movie. All we heard is him grasp for air because he cannot breath when he has a seizure. I started screaming my stepmother’s name. I was crying and breathing rapidly. My father and stepmother gave him the medicine needed for his seizure to stop.
My brother is still having seizures, but he is fine. He just goes on with life. This is why my brother, who I love, is my hero.