A week passed. The mother began to wonder if there was something more behind it. She became anxious. Why exactly six in the morning? Why did her son never miss a single day?

One day, she decided to follow him. She got up early, pretended to sleep, and watched. Exactly at 6:00, the eldest son, as usual, entered the room, approached his brother’s crib, and, with care — adult, almost parental — held the baby close to him.