Even my parents were confused and relieved." August continued, a smile appearing reminiscing those good old memories.
"Young me was scared and out of spite I told him I don't like kids like him and will never play with him. After that I just ran away into the car and the whole way it was silent and he never tried to be my little brother and always kept a distance from me and watched me from afar. And I was a coward to take the first step." August let out a soft sigh, still guilty over it.
" Then do you hate your brother?" Kira inquired.
" No. It is quite the opposite. I hated myself for not being able to be a good brother to him. If I had paid more attention to him and played with him he would have never needed to go looking for me and that day he was just lucky that no one kidnapped him. I am sure your brother is the same, he must be blaming himself for not being a good brother to you." August answered her honestly, giving a small pat.
