Where's the love in that?

 

 

 

Where’s the love in that?

And so… the other night, the roof leaked rain into their only blanket, and the younger one asked,
“Brother, why does the world beat us when we’ve already lost?”
The elder, quiet, staring at the ceiling, whispered back,
“Maybe love forgot our address.”

And still, they woke up at dawn, walked to school barefoot, their toes memorizing every stone on the road, their notebooks thin as forgiveness.
The teacher asked them to write an essay on family, and the younger one wrote only one sentence:

“If pain is all we’re given, where’s the love in that?”

The class laughed. The teacher frowned.
But that night, when mother saw the paper, she kissed his forehead, and for a little moment there… the world remembered their address.

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