My father raised his head and, in a calm but firm voice, said:
“I know you all have your problems. But when I really needed you, only the youngest dared to take on this burden. This house and this land are the reward for that sacrifice.”
The second wanted to say something, but held back.
They both turned and left, their sandals dragging on the floor, as if they weighed tons.
I remained seated, my hands shaking as I held the will.