Silent tears slid from the corners of my eyes.
I wanted to ask her—
Sister, are you satisfied now?
But before I could speak, her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, and despite her best efforts, a smile crept onto her face. Yet, as if remembering something, she hesitated to leave me alone in the ward.
So, she quickly pulled up a movie on the office computer and hurried out.
Left alone, I instinctively searched through the computer.
And then, I found it.
A private folder labeled [Leo].
I clicked on it.
My screen is filled with thousands of neatly organized photos—pictures of the three of them traveling together during winter and summer vacations.
9,999 photos in total.
Each one is carefully saved by duplicate.
One set documenting what my beloved brother ate and wore that day.
The other set recording the words he spoke and the songs he sang.
And then, I saw another folder—
The photos I had sent them.
Images of me at the school playground, in the cafeteria, in the library.
Every single one of them…
Sitting in the recycle bin.
Deleted.
Not a single one missing.
No wonder.
Every time I suggested traveling together, my sister always said work was too busy.