We were in our cousin's house last February. This cousin of mine died of cardiac arrest in Saudi Arabia. She worked as a domestic helper there and she left two children. One seven-year-old and a four-year-old. My cousin and their father were separated, so these two children, since then, were living with my cousin's parents.
With what had happened, of course, all of the relatives gathered up and contributed moral and financial support to the family. I pitied the most these two children who, at the very young age, lost their mother and clueless enough to remember what just happened to her. Because of that tragedy, my aunt, who can be very generous and has the money to offer such generosity, proposed to get the seven-year-old and let him live with her. Treat him like her own and support him until he finishes school. Upon hearing that proposal, the younger sister, ran to their room and cried. At first, we never bothered to ask why she cried, we were thinking she just wanted to drink that chocolate drink which she has been asking her grandpa to get. But my cousin, the daughter of my Aunt, tried to console her and asked her what she wanted. She then heard the little girl crying while saying something like, 'don't get my brother, don't let him leave me'.
A four-year-old saying something like that? She understood already what was happening. I was very touched by that thought. She loves her brother so dearly that even at a very young age, she just doesn't want them to be separated from each other. Yes, she was even smiling when the photographer took a picture of her together with their mother's coffin, but the LOVE that's living inside her is purest and very innocent.