The little boy was frightened, he cried out loud.
Holding his breath till he couldn’t hold it a moment longer, the elder boy cried as though doing something beyond his pride at his age but with a sort of consciousness that he was neither too young nor too old to cry. Being the fi rstborn, in his way of understanding a commonsense matter, he should be loved more rather than less. Time shouldn’t change anything. Love shouldn’t change with the passage of time, let alone the arrival of a new baby. Love shouldn’t be divided. Things shouldn’t become unfair. There shouldn’t be a gap between the present and the past. The adults shouldn’t give him an airplane he’d just come to enjoy fl ying then pass it on to the next without asking him. He felt himself being deserted since he was robbed of the charm of the airplane.