Have you ever thought about a time in the summer when a brother and sister were walking on a straight road and it was so quiet that not even a bus would pass by in an hour?
The two of them just walked, and walked, for who knows how long. The sun was still so bright, and the road in front of them was so lonely for them, but neither of them shed tears. They had already longed for a big city.
The sky was so blue, and my brother squatted down to carry his tired sister on his back.
No one complained, and they used their memory to find the address of their deceased parents and where the inheritance left to them was.