A day to remember

I know it is sad, but my remarkable day was when my little brother passed away. I think I start to have memories at that age because of this event. He was born on April the 9th in 1992 when I was 3. My birthday was on the 19^th so he was kind of my gift. I was so happy, we, as family, were so happy. My dad’s birthday was on the 9^th too, so it was the perfect thing that ever happened to us. I think, Felipe, is still the best thing that could ever happened to us. He was too little and fragile with a darker skin than me and my brother, he looked just like my father. We never knew he had a heart disease, at least, the doctors never said anything until it was too late. It was too late to all of us, and too late to save his life. I remember that on October 13^th of the same year, we have to go to the hospital before. I was so confused; I thought he was going to be right. After all, we took him from the San Fernando Hospital to Dr. Luis Calvo Mackenna Hospital, but it was too late. His heart couldn’t make and it was the end of his life and the end of a part of our lives too. He stayed with us just some months, but it the best time.