I had a friend in middle school who was like a brother to me and to this day he still is. His family is now made up of him, his little brother, mother, sister, and the sister’s husband.
Two years ago, he texted me and told me he wanted to run away. With a family filled with gambling, cheating, no family love, and abuse, he thought enough was enough.
That night in the winter season, I called him on the phone and I asked him what he did he think he was doing and he said he wanted to run away. I wanted to hear those words out of his mouth. For a 15 or 16 year old, it takes guts to say that. To live out in the cold with no support.
I was angry. Angry because running would mean giving in. So I cried like the little girl I was and I told him “You can’t just leave. I don’t understand what it’s like to be in your family, but know there are people who care for you. I care. I’ll care if you are out in the cold or begging on the streets.”
And he cried with me, told me it was unfair for me to cry. It was the last time I talked to him.
Today, I found out his little brother was attacked by their sister’s husband. His brother too, wants to run away… that or commit suicide. I don’t want to do anything that would hurt the tiny relationship that we have. I don’t have the courage to be their support because there is nothing I could do for them. But I am scared to say anything to his younger brother because:
Is it right to pry on someone’s business?
When is caring enough?
When they don’t need my help, will I make it worse?
Two years ago I was so young and weak and today, I am still young and weak.