Paddy was born Irish, Paddy don't give a fuck!

Louis woke up suddenly, startled as if by an electric shock. It was deep night. Wow, fell asleep ... Exhausted nerves demanded rest. Something woke him up… What? As he listened and looked, he understood. Tommy is crying. Shoulders tremble. He buried his face into the pillow to drown out his sobs.

He and his brother slept... tried to sleep in the same room and in the same bed. Without saying a word, leaving an empty space in the middle of exactly such a size that another person could fit there ... A small, warm, sweetly sniffing man in his sleep, who loves to twist real cocoons out of sheets and put his legs on the one who sleeps next to him. This was Kitty's place, and that's how they designated it, kept it until she returned.

Lou moved closer, pulled the slipped blanket over his brother's shoulders, and hugged him without saying a word. I felt how my body shuddered less and less, how it calmed down, and remembered ...

Louis was six years old. The family recently moved from Australia