Baby Brother

I cradled my little brother, I was only 13. My mom died a few weeks back. My brother, Erik was only 5 years old. A sweet little boy, we lived in a dumpy house, that leaked and was easy for cold winds to blow through. Erik played with the other kids as I created dinner.
I kissed Erik on the head.
"Good-night" I whispered, Erik covered himself with the ragged blanket.
I slept on a small cot, I ate a small bowl of soup.
Erik was already awake, he flew around the room.
"Look I'm a pilot like daddy!"he called. I cried a bit, and hugged Erik.
"Why are you crying?"
"Nothing."
"What happened to daddy?"
"He had a crash" I said. I couldn't tell Erik that his dad had purposely crashed the plane. Killing himself and his crew. Erik was only 5, I couldn't tell him.