butterfly

Dear my 'lil brother..

I saw you sleep some days ago in that pray room.
 You look tired on your sleep.

It feels sad in my heart

Seeing your face, thousand questions come to my head.

How are you?

Are you ok?

What do you do for all this time?

It must be tiring, right?

 Do you have someone to lean on?

I heard you were sick, why you didn't tell me?

etc..

I hope you'll be fine