I’m sorry, little brother.

I found out after ten days that my younger brother, who lived nearby, was hospitalized.

I used to call you often, but I thought I’d get along well and spent the year-end and New Year holidays.

I heard about my sister’s hospitalization through my mom.

I’m so sorry that I didn’t care, so I didn’t make porridge today.

“I’m sorry. Did you have a hard time? Come out now. (You’re so tired, get well soon and get discharged.)”

She spoke in the language of Mother’s love. I could feel my sister’s heart getting warmer.