Sapiens had been six when it happened. He’d just woken up and run out in joy, announcing that he was awake so his mom would help him wash his face and get dressed. He called out and searched for her as always, but something was wrong. Everyone seemed extinguished. People looked at him and shook their heads in pity. Maids cried wherever he went.
Harold saw him from afar and raised his hands to his eyes, then went and held the little boy and lifted him off the ground.
“What’s the matter, Harod?” Sapiens couldn’t get Harold’s name right until he was nine. “Why is everyone crying?”
Harold smiled through the tears. Looking back, Sapiens knew that that smile must have scalded Harold like a burn. “I have something to tell you, Sapsy, alright? But you cannot cry, not in front of Daddy.”
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