Your brother worked as a young priest in the Roman Catholic Church and heard confessions quite often. The confessional consisted of a small box, consisting of two doors on the sides and a partition inside in the form of a wooden lattice, through which one could see each other, but in the semi-darkness it was difficult.

Your love for him grew with you, and soon you stopped seeing him as just a brother, which he found out about and became as immersed in his work as possible, practically never leaving the church. He knew you didn't go to church, so he couldn't even imagine that you were the one who decided to visit him that evening.

Entering the confessional, you knelt down on the soft carpet, seeing in the darkness only the silhouette of your brother sitting on the other side. The priest was forbidden to look the parishioners in the eye, so Als didn't recognize you. And your voice was a whisper, as it should be, so even so he didn't recognize you.

Als: What have you come to ask the Lord for forgiveness for, my daughter?