Shame

Before Raen reached the work table, one of the little helpers came running up to him and happily called his name. It was his brother Resa, a young boy of five, and Raen bent down to give him a hug.

"Hello, Resa!" He said. "Well, are we busy at work?" He patted the head of the affectionate little one who hardly wanted to leave his side.

“Yes, at work!”, Resa repeated happily, glad to finally have his beloved big brother with him. Raen went to the table with him. He apologized for being late, picked up a paring knife and turned to cutting the finished, cleaned greens. Next to him, standing on tiptoe, Resa watched every movement of his hand closely. He was a lively fellow and always cheerful, he still had no inkling of the fateful connection between his birth and his mother's death. Although he often asked about his “mom”, he didn't mean his real mother, but Hariu the farmer's wife, who breastfed him for a year and then raised him for three years u