The story goes that one night, during a heavy snowfall, at an orphanage in Washington (USA), a pastor heard someone knock on the door. When he opened it, he found a boy covered with snow, wearing a light layer of clothes, carrying a younger boy on his back. They were evidently cold and hungry; their sorrow moved the pastor.
The pastor told them to come in and said: He must be very heavy.
And the boy responded: He’s not heavy, he’s my brother!
The truth is that they were not blood brothers, but street brothers…