I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We don’t live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we’re not together.””And what is that?” prodded the stout man....

It was two years ago that I first met Yuki. I remember that painfully thin figure covered in dirt: malnourished, exhausted and carrying a sleeping child in his arms like it’s the most precious thing...

When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.