"Why are your eyes red and swollen?" my sister asked when I visited her at her house.
"Oh, it's nothing, I think a moth flew into my eye on the way here."
I saw the concern in her eyes and heard it in her voice.
My sister knows me well; she can tell when I'm carrying a heavy sadness.
But this time, she just let me be.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"There's bread on the table, make yourself some milk and have something to eat," she said.
"I'm full," I replied shortly.
I just wanted to rest.
I went straight to my sister's room and saw my five-month-old niece peacefully asleep.
Lucky her, no worries in her little world.
And then...