When we finally met again, my brother was drunk and had a woman beside him.
That person was a childhood friend of his from Buina Village, and he had married her.
I did not remember this person at all.
Though I remember vaguely that there was a person that stuck close to my little sister and her mother.
I had thought that she wasn't that type of person.
I thought that she would be something else. I felt that something was different.
My brother seemed happy.