My brother drowned. He was the best brother anyone could ever ask for. When our mother passed away, he became both a mother and a father to us. He gave up his studies and worked day and night just to provide for our family. He had just turned 26 years old—far too young to leave this world. Whenever we needed money, he never hesitated to help us, even if it meant he had nothing left for himself. From June 26 to July 11, he worked every single day without any rest. He took on three jobs to make sure we had everything we needed. One of his jobs was going out to sea to catch fish to sell. That night, he went into the deep water, but he never came back to the boat. It was already dark, so his companions had no choice but to return and continue searching the next morning. At dawn, the barangay captain and many people from our community joined the search. That's when they found him floating in the water, with no signs of life. I still can't accept that he's gone. He sacrificed so much for us, and now he's no longer here. My heart is broken, and I miss him more than words can ever express. ??