“They are in god house,” he replied.
Hearing his reply, Ethen watched the boy blankly. He was so little to endure such pain. Yet, he found God showing no mercy on him. He even graded that the little boy was more miserable than him at that little age.
“You seem to be a strong boy,” he said, shuffling his hair.
“Yes, I am but please don’t touch my hair,” he said, taking his head away from his hand.
“What is with your hair?” Ethen knitted his brows in confusion.
“I don’t like anyone touching my hair,” Ivan replied shortly.
“Noted… So, tell me who else do you have in your family?” getting interested to talk with the boy, Ethen questioned.
“I have Cia, my sister and now I count Eiza as my family as well...”
“Eiza? Who Eiza?”
“Eiza was the one who I had to stay with after Cia was taken
