When my brother was surrounded by a group of children who had been ravaged by the war, singing together, I knew this move was the right one.

Previously, my brother and I had argued heatedly about my volunteering.

In frustration, I suggested that he come with me to the refugee camp. If, after seeing it, he still insisted on his view, I would listen to him.

Now it seems I don't need to change anything.

The wind was a bit chilly, and my brother tightened his coat as we sat on a large rock together.

Nearby, some refugees were working, while in the distance, the mountains stretched endlessly, beyond which...