BING Bing . Bing , my prettiest most sweety and beautiful little brother. He was the last children in our family and he was our pride and joy. Bing was very lifely and curious and these characteristics were very fateful for our futur ...
It was a hot summerday and our family decided to go to the beach like an ordinary American family. Of course it was my job to look at my younger sisters and brothers . It was always me who had to care of them, particularly for Bing. Sometimes I was a bit angry about my "maid-job" in our family but in principle it was O.K.  I  loved my sisters and brothers and I was aware of my responsibility.
But this day at the beach became the most horrible day in my life. I did not care for Bing one short moment but this moment changed everything. My little brother fell in the water and he was disappeared immediately. We could not find him although we notices his accident very quickly. Anyway...he died and I always felt that it was my fault.
Nobody has ever blamed me for what has happened with Bing but deep inside I feel guilty. I can not ignore my bad feelings that my brother is dead because of me. Really, sometimes I feel like a murderer...