My brother- Parashar Bezbaruah

I am 6 years old. I have a brother and we are very close. We are raised by our uncle. Our parents are dead. They died mysteriously few months ago. That day is still fresh in my mind. Me and my brother were in our rooms. All we both remember is- the time was 10 pm. Our parents said good night to me. It was a very peaceful sleep. And the next morning at 6 am my brother wakes me up with a very odd and disturbed look. I suddenly felt exhausted and I called out for my parents, but to no answer. I rush to their room only to find them lying in a pool of blood, both necks twisted and nose shattered. I was horrified and disturbed from the scene. I am still in shock. From that day onwards me and my brother have been living with our uncle.

The image of our parents lying dead still haunts me. I still get sleepless nights. I can't help myself but cry...