The young mother watched her eldest son, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and anxiety. She had expected many answers, but what came out of her son’s mouth was something she could never have predicted.
“Mom,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I’m protecting him.”
The mother’s heart skipped a beat. Protecting him? The house was safe, their neighborhood peaceful. From what could her son possibly think he needed to protect his baby brother? She knelt down beside him, her voice gentle yet firm.
