I remember at his party, his thirteenth, he ignored me all night. And I had to serve drinks to Assef. I knew I had to act as though nothing had happened. After all, it was Amir's night and I couldn't ruin it for him. Assef hit me, in the chest. It was nothing compared to what happened last time I saw him, and it was dark, so once again no one saw. I am thankful for that.
After all we have done together; playing games and running in the streets, growing up together, I do not know what I have done for Amir agha to feel so angry at me. If feels as though I have lost my brother, as well as my best friend. There is nothing I would not do for him. I would eat dirt, if he asked me. We had planned to be friends forever, Amir agha and me. He'd even promised me he would buy me a television one day, and I would have kept it on the side where I keep all of my drawings. But that is no longer my home. My father plans for us to go and live with his cousin in Hazarajat. I am unsure as to what will happen to us then. Hopefully we will find a new master who is as kind as Baba sahib, although I am doubtful of that.
I feel responsible for everyone's pain, now. It is my fault that Amir agha is upset. I did not want him getting in to trouble, for putting the money under my mattress, and although I cannot understand why he did that, I know if I did not take responsibility for it, he would surely be blamed. As he is my best friend, brother, and master, I had to say it was me. But now, my father is deeply hurt at the loss of Baba sahib, as they grew up together and he was such a good master to us. Baba agha begged father to stay, he even cried for him, and that is also my fault. If I had been better to Amir agha, he would still like me, and none of this would have happened.
I do not know what it was that made him hate me. It was after the kite tournament, and he won that, and I ran the kite for him. I know how much it meant to him, and I knew he wanted Baba to be proud of him, so I did everything I could to get him that kite. So why does he hate me? I don't think he saw what Assef did. If he did, surely he would have stopped them. I would have, had the situation been different. But since then, since I handed over the kite to him, he couldn't look me in the eyes. And now this. I feel betrayed by him, but if I knew what his reason was for it, then I am sure it would have been justifiable.
I will always hope for a time where he forgives me for whatever it is I have done, and we can be brothers once more. The Sultans of Kabul, again. Until then, I will wait for him, and pray that he is safe.
