Do you know that your heart weakens when you are sick? It allows the mind to release everything it has been holding inside. Part I

My older brother had been missing for six years before he returned.

I never asked him where he had gone, nor did I ask him what work he was doing. I tried to ignore him out of pride, focusing all of my attention and love on my sister instead.

I knew it was stupid, my sister knew it, and my brother knew it.

But they did not dissuade my stupidity at all.

So, our relationship was like that.

My brother never asked me why I love my sister. He never asked what had happened to us in the previous six years. He never even asked when our grandmother died. He never asked about how we lived. He never asked! Never! Never! And never!

But whenever I told him, he would always respond with a smile and the words, 'Good boy.'

He would smile the way he did when I was a child, a smile that seemed to forgive me everything, no matter how spoiled or silly I was, a smile I used to adore more than anything.

‘My little brother has always been good, so it doesn’t matter...'