His short, young life had gone terribly wrong. The brothers who had played with him when he was a toddler and spoiled him when he began to speak, who let him know the joy of having brothers, now openly shunned him, refusing to talk to him when he spoke to them. I don't know where to go, anymore, or what to do. One evening he took paper and pencil and, as he undressed, noted down exactly everything he had on. Pants and jacket are in the closet.
Shoes are under the bed.
Maybe, if I could find myself, I could win back the love of my brothers, his internal voice suggested. His answer to the angel, however, was brief, even though it contained everything. We all know the importance and blessing of brotherly love. And we know that this is not true only of brothers, but of families as well. Whether we speak of brothers or the brotherhood of man, we need harmony and love to have peace.