It was been a long time I did not see him. He always spent his days in Alaska and never came back. I thought he was so busy and forgot everything in here but I was wrong. My brother loved to be next to our mom and, I was sure, he would never keep the distance more than one metre. It looked silly to know my brother’s mom lovers although that was what I thought everyday when I saw him near with mama. Perhaps, I just worried. I stepped back to take more space between us, my brother and me. He was better with mama right now by telling stories and other things between them that I did not understand. Otherwise, I never liked to disturb them when they were together like that—even so close and you might not notice that they were actually a mother and her son. My brother, Kaleo—I called him Kak Leo ( Kak in Bahasa Indonesia referred to big brother or sister in English. Calling with it sounded politer than calling with a direct name)—looked like me in male version. I could say that becau