What if he lived?

What if he lived? Would I exist? My mom thinks I would, but I believe that it may altar the future of them going to San Fransisco, which sadly I found out that's where I got conceived. So would I exist if Michael (the name I gave him) stayed alive?

The reason why I'm going on about this is because right now I'm having doubts with myself and I wonder if Michael would have been better. If he would have been more successful. I bet he would. I bet he would have been great. Instead I feel like I took his place and I'm screwing it up!

Even though he's my older brother that never had the chance to see the world, I still love him and feel very close to him. Maybe because he's my only full blooded brother. No half, no Step. Same mother and father. Why did my mom have to Miss-carry? I have know idea! They say things happen for a reason. So why would Michael have to die and then I appear a couple years later! And on top of that, why was I born then got so sick that I should have died with a high killer temperature, and then lived, being cursed as a warm blooded person who doesn't get along with the sun!

So why didn't Michael live? Oh, in case you didn't know why I named him Michael, it's because when i was little, I use to have an imaginary friend that I claimed as my older brother, Michael. And my mom thought it was weird because I was to young to know about her miscarriage before me.

So even though he never saw the world, I believe he's watching me and I'm living for him. And even though we haven't officially met, I really do love him.

So yeah, that's it.