My brother died when I was five years old, and the one thing I have to remind me of him is his old toy car he had. Even though my family was already going through a hard time at this point in time, having that one car made the loss seem easier. Even though he died a long time ago, the one thing I remember is playing with the old, and beat up car with him. My brother and I would always fight just like other siblings would, but the only time we wouldn’t was when we were with that car. Toys are always a kid’s best friends, but when it comes from someone close, it makes it seem so much more