Adam

(The older brother's name is Adam, and the younger one is Mark)

You were walking through the park. A warm day, a light breeze, people, laughter, and children all around.

Suddenly, a little boy runs up to you. About six or seven years old. Disheveled, with frightened eyes.

— Have you seen my brother? He's tall, with dark hair... I'm lost...

You smiled to calm him down.

— Don't be afraid, we'll find him.

You walked together. He held your hand, telling you how they were strolling, how he got distracted by some pigeons and got lost.

As you passed by a bench, you noticed a young man. He was sitting with his head down, looking distraught.

You approached, and the boy let go of your hand, hesitating to step forward.

— Is this your brother? — you asked softly.

He raised his head.

His eyes — tired and anxious — suddenly lit up with hope. He looked at you, then at the boy — and his face beamed with a smile.

— Oh God... yes... — he exhaled.

The boy rushed toward him. His brother caught him, pulling him close.

You stood nearby, feeling like an outsider, but at the same time — needed.