‘Come here’ teacher called me. I was in the middle of sweeping the classroom, as the day was my turn. ‘Your brother is not well’ the teacher said. My memories were rolling around the stairs of hospital, where I used to walk with him. He has suffered a lot in this short span of two and half years. One day my grandfather came to the hostel and took me with him. My grandfather was a religious scholar who shared his love equally for all of us. He took me to Calicut, on the way he told me many stories, I do not remember the things he shared, although each point shared by him was valuable for me. As we reached Calicut, went to Calicut Medical College where my brother was admitted. I met my father and uncle. Brother was in ICU, so I could not see him. After spending couple of hours, I returned with grandfather. Following days were of Bakrid vacation. It was first Eid without my parents. They were in hospital with brother. I and my younger sister were in mother’s home. There, we were happy alt