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On March 9, 2016, my brother, Bruno, died in a motorcycle accident. He was likely rushing home from work to his eleven-day-old son, Alessio. Bruno and my parents were inseparable; they shared a special, unique synergy that only a parent could feel. To honor his life, my family planted, at a nearby park, a memorial, red maple tree. No matter how heavy the rain, how strong the wind, how low the temperature, or how high the snow, every night, my parents trek to Bruno’s tree together to do what they miss doing the most: kiss their perfect son goodnight.
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