I stared at him for a long second, then asked quietly,
"Can you tell me—do you have an answer for him? Do you have a great enough of an a"
His eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn't stop.
"Do you have a reason for always walking out on him? For acting like you don't see him? For ignoring him?"
He opened his mouth but paused. "I'm not…" he trailed off, frustration flickering in his eyes. "I mean… I just met the little guy."
He looked down at the floor. "He's a great kid. Ever since I found out we were related—" his voice faltered, "—that he was my brother… I've felt nothing but love for him."
I stayed quiet. He seemed to be in deep thought with himself.
"But we don't know each other," he continued. "He doesn't know me. We didn't grow up together. He's, what, four? Five?"
"He's four," I said gently.
Cesar nodded. "Right. Four. I haven't been in his life like you have. So… I didn't think I had anything to offer. I didn't think anything I did would matter."
