Parallel Universe

I see my twin brother One thin screen in us I pulled my brother with my hand He's not coming The tanks are not coming I cry I'm my blood Do not let others spread anywhere The screen is between us Mother breathed her breath; Yet he is not coming. Asked me; What is mother Whether the substance? Whether its own mass, weight and space occupies? I showed her mom's photo. 'Okay! Mother means a color photo? And asked. I tried to convince him that there is no definition of mother in our universe. Mother never objects, sometimes non-object, and feeling If you want to see a mother, you will have to come to this universe. He told me Actually around the screen Seconds will move the thorns He'll turn his Universe Maybe this can be found in the universe  He may find the structural definition of the mother. So, the Universe, it is better to let him stay in that universe. I thought for a while; But as much as I mean, I'll never let my blood stay in another Universe. promise!