(Nafas)
I hand him a bottle of water…
I kneel beside him and gently fix his hair.
“sis?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
He pouts.
“Are you married?”
My lips stretch into a smile.
“What?”
“I’m asking if you’re married.”
I hold back my laughter because he can’t quite express what he means properly.
“Why?”
He looks at me innocently.
“When you get married, can you take me to live with you?”
I smile.
“Do you want to live with your sister?”
He nods.
“Because you’re the only one who wants me.”
I gently brush the dust off his clothes.
“Why do you think nobody wants you, Arin?”
He takes a deep breath, his lips turning downward.
“That day, I heard Mrs. Borji talking to Uncle Reza… She said nobody would accept me because I’m sick.”
I frown.
“You were eavesdropping?”
He shakes his head, pr
