He sat there silently, watching me cry. Finally, he reached over and took my hand in his. He spoke softly, tenderly. "You have been fighting yourself for too long, sister. It's time to give up the war."
I shook my head slightly, not able to form words. My eyes burned fiercely as I fought hard not to cry any longer.
Finally, he released my hand and got up from the chair. He walked over to the window and gazed outside. "It's time to wake up, little one," he said.
A small part of me hoped that he would stay there by my side forever.
But he was gone before I even realized that he had come.
***
"Good morning, brother."
I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I stretched my arms and yawned. I glanced around the room, looking for any signs of my brother. I noticed a faint glow coming from the ba
