He rolled the chair over on the opposite side of the bed and reached up to touch his hand. “Pop, you said you wouldn’t leave me… promised me you wouldn’t. We breaking promises now?” His voice cracked as tears fell down his face. None of us were in the room with him in this moment, it was just him and Sim. He wasn’t concerned that he should have been in bed recovering. His brother, who was always there, wasn’t here with us and that took priority over his own health.
quasim was like a second father to him more than a brother
