worry registered on mom's face so I went behind her.

"What is that, son?" Brother stammered.

"'Ma.." my brother closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes, tears fell from his eyes

"What?"

"I'm... sick," he said slowly.

That's what I told him. Don't use other words that can change mom more. He straightened but slowly.

Mom put her palm on my brother's forehead. "You're not hot, what's wrong with you?"

My brother looked at me, signaling again that I can start explaining about his illness to mom. I also said it slowly, it was effective because there was no sign of him panicking.

"Why did you hide it...