"Why is he not crying?" Luther wondered while he watched his brother sleep on his lap. He meant well with this question. He thought that a child who did not cry, even if he was in pain, was not strong. It only meant the child was suffering more deeply.
"I hope you are well." He whispered.
Ndulou looked peaceful while sleeping, as if he was not a child who had gone through hard times.
They hadn't seen each other for almost six years, and he felt a bit empty that Ndulou didn't look happy or excited about their reunion. He could also notice how much Ndulou tried to fake a smile. He also didn't talk about his letters, and he wasn't as clingy as before.
He wondered if all of the things that Ndulou had experienced had made him cold. At the same time, he feared that Ndulou would despise him instead. He felt like he was also guilty of why his little brother had to suffer.
