"Cameron fought and he was full of fight. He was the death of our mother, weak-hearted already since our father left."

this struck me strong.

I really like how you describe fighting. It's all fleshy and bone/skin and that. Quite raw. Makes me think of meat.

But, yeah, I really do like this. Your little slithers of writing are really lovely to read :)

xx.

it seems like a part of life,
blunt yet at the same time telling you everything
you need to know.

wonderful.

sorrow
short, a figment.