I was eight years old when I was adopted by a Vietnamese-American family in the US. My adopted brother Aidan promised me that he would love me and be the best big brother in the world until his last breath. He kept that promise. He was at his best friend's birthday party when I came inside the house to let him know that he had to go soon because mom was calling for him. When I walked inside, someone that I didn't know said, "Hey you're Aidan's little sister right?" and handed me a bottle of Coke. Aidan saw me and told me that he was going to get his stuff. He knew that I hated Coke so he traded his Sprite for my Coke. It took more than fifteen minutes for him to get his things. I went upstairs to see if he was coming. When I got upstairs, he was on the floor, unconscious. Someone had put ecstasy into the bottle of Coke that was meant for me. When the ambulance came, they pronounced him dead. Aidan, the valedictorian of his class, going to the Air Force Academy in the fall, my brother, was dead. If we didn't switch drinks, I would have been the one dead. My brother lost his life to save mine. I miss my brother a lot. He was the only biological child from my family. Our parents were devastated when they found out. I felt cheated. He was a brother like no other. I always have and always will look up to him. You don't have to be an addict to die from drugs; you may be just the innocent person who's at the wrong place at the wrong time. Be careful what you drink.