When I was seven years old, a boy of the same age as me came to my family. My second aunt told me that he will also be part of our family in the future. He is very quiet, always lowers his head and doesn't like to talk.
I always love to drag him around and chatter non-stop beside him, but he just stays with me silently.
I heard him crying in his sleep, calling his mother over and over again.
Although I don't know how to comfort a wounded heart, I know that as long as I am by his side, he will not be afraid when he wakes up. In this way, in the time of noisy and cuddling with each other, we slowly grew into each other's closest family members.
Mission: Souls are connected and we grow up together