My brother. My love. My pain

This painting has a story. On September 23, 2020, I lost my brother. He was 15 years old. He was killed. I painted this picture on the eve of September 23rd. At night I felt very bad, did not sleep at all. I sat down at the computer and began to draw. As if something was moving me, I don't know ... I told myself that I have to do it ... I finished my work and tried to sleep after that ... On September 23 at 12 noon my mother called me and said that my brother is no more ...He was unjustly killed...I would like each of you to always take care of your loved ones and love you as much as they love you.