A simple short story that I wrote nearly a year ago, revamped and dusted off at least thrice now for various English language compositions, and now once again to post here.

No adult content, it focuses on brothers getting over loss, and an abusive father.

The topic came up in conversation today with a friend of mine of the fact that even though one may know their writing, know every twist and element to its development, it can still affect them upon reading it. I know for well that this piece does me.

Comments and critique more than welcome, though granted �tis nothing overly special.

{Kree!}