Chapter 2: Part 2

Cyrus had a brother. He was the one I really grew up with, I'd see him every weekend, as he lived with our blood relatives. We saw each other's progress as we grew old. His name was Carlo.

They were blood brothers, and should be really close, but they didn't see each other. Carlo grew up without a biological mom, and his biological father was never there. The same story, somewhat, over again, only it would end up differently.

He'd come over on the weekends, I mean Carlo. I've no really young fond memories with him. He's family, and every little bit of company was somewhat enjoyable. He was after all, our age. However, the fact that he grew up away from all of us, he did grow up quite differently. He lived among the streets of Paco, Manila. While we all went to Ateneo, and nearer schools, he went to St. Anthony, we never knew his friends, he never knew ours. The only contact we had with any of his networks is through stories. It was crazy...

Eventually, he stopped coming home, we saw less and less of him. Eventually, he came once in a while, to get his allowance, stay for a day or two, then leave again. He remained in the city, but we didn't see much of him.

The bigger problems started when he and I got into college, approximately at the same time... His life then changed a lot... He never used to like coming home, not even for a while... He changed his entire look. He grew his hair really long, or had it styled in such a way that he looked like rocker. He colored his hair red, blonde and other unnatural colors. He obtained a tattoo on a very visible area, the neck. I don't know what happened to him after that, I don't know what happened to our relationship with him after that. Now, I wonder what happened to him, out of worry, and out of love for family. He and I had a brotherly kind of love as well. We treated him like a brother, but now he's lost, and I don't know how to find him. Facebook isn't so reliable. It just makes us, in the family worry. I hope nothing bad has happened... I pray that everything will be alright soon.

Last I heard he was looking for a school to go to, he was on and off working different jobs. I hear not even the foster mother sees him. I don't know how he's dealing with himself, but I'd like to have a reunion with him and his brother. My brother and myself, we were brothers to them, and as their brothers, we'd like to help them out, in anyway we can.