where is his brother?

Posted by in letters to the boys

Yesterday when we were at Logan waiting for our plane to take off we were sitting on a ramp in a very crowded hallway.  There was a toddler who kept walking over to Shiya and pointing at him… “Look at the baby!”, he would exclaim happily.  The mom and I would smile because this this little boy was only half of Shiya’s age.

One time as he toddled away from us up the ramp, Shiya looked at me and said, “Where is his brother?”

“I don’t know,” I responded.  “I’m not sure that he has a brother.  Where do you think his brother is?”