Friends

My brother has a lot of friends in every city, for every kind of situations. I always wonder why I can't be like him, why I can't have these many connections. Later, when I was having a panic attack in front of his friend, they and my brother kept telling me to stop crying, saying it's not a big deal. He spoke so rudely when I couldn't even breathe. Then I remembered my friends, whom I can count on fingers, but I try to think about what they would say or how they would react. They would never tell me to stop crying or say it's not a big deal. They would be there to listen to me, to be just with me, because I was there like that for them. Yes, I don't have social connections for everything, but I have hopes when the world is darkest.