But time has its own way of revealing what the heart carries. Once my brother and I married and settled into our own homes, we began noticing changes in him. He spoke less, spent long hours sitting by the window, and often looked lost in thought. The moment we walked in to visit, he would brighten, talking animatedly about the day. But as soon as we left, the house grew silent again.
Seeing him so lonely troubled both of us. After many long conversations, my brother and I gently encouraged him to consider companionship again—not for the sake of tradition, but to ensure he had someone to share daily life with. At first he resisted, insisting he was too old to begin again. But we helped him see that care, warmth, and friendship matter at any age.
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