Great Assembly

“Shiela, don’t disturb your brother.”

“Why is bwother’s eyes covered? Why? Is it hurt?” A sweet childlike voice cracked upon the mention of ‘hurt’. Her small hands held the cheeks of the sleeping teen on the bed.

“Hush now, my child. Your big brother is tired.”

“Why is bwother tired?”

The gentle voice patiently answered the eager little voice. “Because… brother is hurt.”

The sound of a little girl’s hiccups resonated inside the warmly lit room. The bed moved slightly when the young miss climbed carefully before she hovered over the unresponsive ‘big brother’. Slowly, a pair of chubby little hands caressed the ‘big brother’ by his cheeks.

“Baddie, Mistew Huwt… Baddie. Go away! Don’t huwt my big bwother…” A chubby little face hovered over the blindfolded sleeping young boy on the bed.

Ever so sweetly, a pair of cute little hands would pat his arm and cheeks as if she was treating her big brother as someone younger than her.

A burst of laughter pierced through the solemn atmosphere. In a
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