I had a elder brother.He was excellent, I say this not because he was my brother,it's the fact.

   He graduated from school at age of 18.And two years later,he became the youngest leader in his field.People said that he was a capable young man.

   In contrast to him,I'm still a ignorant girl when I'm 18 years old and till now I still feel that I'm not up to people of the same age. However, God choose me to live on, which made my heart broken.

   Sometimes I think,we are sure enemies in the previous existence and only one of us is premitted to live this life. The mishap happened when I was 8 years old, at that time he was 13 years old.We were playing together and he pointed me with a gun.I knew he was joking.Either of us realized that the bullet is still in the gun.I can still remember the details of that day.The blood ran down my arms as I raised my hands to cover the head spontaneously.Everybody at home were shocked, as dull as a wooden chicken.Several seconds later, dad jumped to me and sent me to the nearest hospital. It was a close call.I picked up a life accidentally.

   We didn't seem as close as other brother-sisters.What's more,I thought we were unimportant to each other.Sometimes,I even treat him with indifference.The things changed when the catastrophe happened.The merciless road accident claimed his life.He was only 25 years old that year.My heart broke into pieces as well as my parents'.

   I recalled when I was a little girl, he tickled me with some small presents.I recalled his spurring words on me when I met with difficulties. All the details welled up in my mind and I couldn't help crying.

   The hope of life is on my back now.I knew I must be strong and courageous from the very moment.I try my best to comfort my parents.I was in senior school and the collage-entrance examination was coming.The excellent marks was their chief delight.But the final results let them down. I got a bad fever at the eve of the exam, right in times of SARS.

   It has been five years now.Hardly can we imagine how we spend the fives years.He often walks into my dreams.What a feeling it is when I wake up in the middle night, only to find it is a dream.I think the strongest people are my parents.

   Life has changed from that time.I became more sentimental.I knew I must be strong and courageous,but actually I became fragile and weak.

   Five years is a long time to forget some thing.But I can't forget him.The tears can still well out at some bleak afternoon.

   There's the longest distance between him and me,the longest distance in the world.