When you grow old...
The old woman was one of those increasingly rare few who lived to see well past a hundred years and well aware of her silent watcher always behind, patiently waiting. Oh, how she ached for the strength youth brought physically, emotionally, and mentally...
"You keep forgetting even though you've been visiting me more and more lately." The little girl lightly giggled, hugging a raggedy white teddy bear to her chest. "Silly old grandma..."
"It's your bedtime." The watcher spoke in a soft, stolid voice. "Goodnight, Jane Doe."
"Goodnight." The old woman and the little girl chorused, eyes closing.
(A short story born from one of my tries at a diatribe of the unequality and unfairness of life and time, my nervosity of aging and death, and my liking of personification and symbolism.)
A story of four brothers whose life revolves around each other. Fate wasn't kind to them, but they were in it together, always have been and always will be.
The eldest brother who is known to be a cold, arrogant and emotionless CEO can destroy the world for his younger brothers. Dare look at his brothers with any ill intention and he won't think twice before destroying the lives of those individuals.
He has been a father figure to his brothers since the death of their parents in a car crash. When it comes to them he is a total softy and looks after their every need, but this doesn't mean that he won't discipline them if they are in the wrong.
Will these brothers be able to maintain the unbreakable bond they have? When some secrets are revealed of the younger brother, will the trust remain the same between them? What has fate planned for them?
Peep into the story of these brothers to know further about their lives...... 🫣