"Don't stay up late, son. Is it better to sleep?"
Mother covered a glass of drink made of narang with a saucer and placed it on the table and sat on the book I was studying.
"It's not good to work too hard.. where you embrace everything at once.."
"Can't hug everyone please.."
"Is the boy you asked the other day okay?"
Did I ever tell my mother about a child.. I thought for a while..
"Did I tell mother about a child..?"
"Why did you ask about a broken man? Is he your friend?"
Even though I don't say anything to my mother about my brother, she knows that I am worried about someone.
"Um.. Yes, a friend.. He is not well.."
Mom once again tied all the pieces of my hair back and touched my head.
"What's really his problem, son? Shall I talk to him? A friend of yours said."
"Let's se
