Dahlia PoV
Alli returned from the living room as Sil ran outside.
"Who was at the door?" I asked as I dried my hands with a towel.
"Big bro! He wanted some wheat?"
I blinked. "Wheat, huh?"
"Well, he wanted flour, but he plans to make it himself."
I frowned. "We can spare him some."
"That's what I told him too, but he wouldn't listen. Ya know how he is."
I sighed. Was he thinking of me again? That boy, ever since he was Sil's age, he always tried to help around the house. He hated bothering us. One time, he even got badly sick because he didn't want to worry us. Saf was only eleven then. He had gone to school like it was just another day.
He looked a bit pale, but when I'd asked, he had blushed it off and ran off to school.
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