Dad stared at the line in the notebook for a very long time. Then, he closed it and pressed it to his chest, as if he were holding me.Raymond had grown a lot. He was already taller than I ever was.He no longer mentioned me, but I knew that he had never forgotten. The drawings we had made together hung on the wall of his room, and he always kept the pencil I gave him inside his backpack.Every year, when he made his birthday wishes, the first was always, "I hope Emilia is doing well on the other side."His second wish was, "I hope Mom and Dad stay healthy."The third wish was, "I hope I grow up quickly so I can protect Mom and Dad."He was no longer the little boy who needed his sister to give in to him. He had learned how to protect others.…Ten years later, Raymond got accepted into a university in the city I had once said I wanted to go to.On the day my parents sent him to the station, Mom cried and said, "Take good care of yourself."Raymond hugged her. "I will. Mom, d
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