We Were Born Sick {Tinaro}

After the recent death of his mother, his mind had been plagued with grief. He was sure the emotion he was experiencing was called sadness, and he didn't like it. Sadness was unlike happiness or excitement, in fact it was the opposite. It was like he was hurt, although he didn't have any cuts or sprained legs. He discovered it was a different kind of suffering where his emotions were torn instead of his body. But which was worse?

He needed something to take his mind off this matter. The memory was too vivid in his mind, always bringing back the depression from that day. Running, hiding and exploring didn't seem to be fun anymore. As his gaze caught the familiar form of Alvin, a tiny sigh of relief would escape his lips. He didn't want Alvin leaving him as well. Paws would trot closer to the rapids and he seated himself beside his brother. He saw no need to ask for permission as Alvin was family and he surely wouldn't mind the extra company. He assumed his brother would be feeling a tad sad if not completely over it. The boy wished he could forget it and yet it still clung to him regretfully.