8. He Ain't Heavy Info

He didn't wait for a reply. He simply leaned into the wind and kept walking, the weight on his back feeling lighter than the love in his chest.

Thirteen-year-old Elias felt his boots sinking deeper with every step. On his back, his younger brother, Leo, was a dead weight of fever and exhaustion. They were miles from the clinic, and the storm was beginning to turn the trail into a river. 8. He Ain't Heavy

Elias paused, shifting Leo’s legs higher around his waist. He wiped the rain from his eyes and looked at the old man, a small, tired smile touching his face. He didn't wait for a reply

"Son," the man called out, his voice raspy but kind. "That’s a mighty long way to go with such a burden. You look like you’re about to break." On his back, his younger brother, Leo, was

"He’s not a burden, sir," Elias said. "He’s my brother."

An old man, sheltering under a lean-to made of cedar boughs, watched them struggle past. He saw Elias’s knees buckling, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes in the cold air.