I was conversing with my teacher, fretting about how people were lamenting on the lack of love when a little boy of 3 years came running towards us with a box of chocolates in his hands. He smiled brightly as he thrust it forward urging us to take one. When we wished him a happy birthday he said "Its my brothers birthday, not mine"
I was amazed to see the love he had for his brother at such a young age. Maybe there was hope after all.