The light from Radiata beamed down through the treetops and streamed onto the dirt path. Sorra glanced back and could see Vinay’s house as a spec on the horizon. As always, Shyro kept a steady pace and never looked back. The forest was alive with the sounds of daily activity as the brothers proceeded through. The weather was warm and inviting almost like a mirror image of the weather of that day long ago before the tragedy. Sorra glanced at his brother, but there was no sign of emotional distress despite what day it was today. It was upsetting, Shyro was a much more refined and calm young man than Sorra. But at times, it also felt like the person he used to be died a long time ago. A frown fixed itself upon the younger brother’s face as the silence continued.
“Sorra” Shyro called getting his brother’s attention.
“Oh, what is it?” He replied a bit surprised at the sudden break in silence.
“Vinay is right, we should try and enjoy the day. I