i wonder when is the last time i'd spent three weeks with my brother. Meaningfully.
It was the first ever novel that made me shed my tears. it wasn't The Notebook, it wasn't A Walk To Remember, it wasn't Nights in Rodanthe, it wasn't Message in a Bottle. It was "Three Weeks with My Brother". it was probably the book was a memoir, a non-fiction, a true story, a reality, a reality that i fear and tried to escape and resort to reading fictions.
The word 'Apple' had left such a bizarre impact on me. i felt my chest just burning intensely with every words that followed and just read across the lines with mixed feelings. i hardly catch my breath and tears started to swell up in my eyes. My heart shrink. The story of Nicholas' son, Ryan made me feel just sad and dejected. As an autistic kid, i'm sure that Nicholas and his wife, Catherine must have gone through much hardships in raising him. i respected both of them so very much as they made the bestest parents ever.
Three weeks with my brother made me think more. i'm not sure how to put it into words because everything is so jumbled up in my mind. The book centres around the pursuing of true meaning of life, the irony of life, faith, future, hope, and the others that are making me started to have a better reflection of my own life.
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