Young parents observed their eldest son going into his younger brothers room each morning!

The morning light crept gently through the curtains, spilling across the nursery floor. What should have been an ordinary start to the day carried a strange stillness. A young mother stood frozen in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat as she watched her eldest son sitting quietly beside his baby brother’s crib. The boy’s small frame was curled protectively around the infant, his hand resting over the baby’s chest as though guarding him from something unseen.

Her voice trembled as she finally spoke. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”