321 - Bright and Shining God

"The God is harsh," I said. "Shefenkas, be strong." I wrapped my arms around Ili's legs and he patted me on the top of my head. Thank our ancestors I had listened to Chevenga when I'd first asked him about little brothers, else I would not have had him now, nor he, me. His weight on my shoulders was a tremendous comfort. I could hardly go into paroxysms of self-doubt or self-hatred in front