He was actually proud of this one. In his hands were a big flower crown, made of scillia and daisies that grew just outside the slums. They were already a bit dried and yellowed by the harsh summer sun, but they sure were the prettiest flowers Alibaba had ever seen.
He'd tried many times, but they were never good enough to give away. Kassim deserved the best, and so Alibaba hunted far and wide for pretty flowers that could grace his head. He knitted them together with his tiny hands, but the knots always loosened and fell apart. But now, finally, he had made a flower crown worthy of a king.
Kassim was dumfounded by the sight of his golden half-brother, kneeling before him on the ground with a flower crown in his hands. Alibaba grinned and proudly showed off his work, poking Kassim with it in an attempt to make him put it on.
"Fine, you baby!" Kassim giggled, snatching the flowers out of the other's hand and crowning himself. "How do I look, servant?" He smirked, giving a superior look at the boy beneath him.
"Amazing, my King!" Alibaba yelled, bursting out in laughter.
He was actually proud of this one too. Now a prince, he could simply walk out to the palace gardens and pick the most exquisite, luxurious flowers. Fragrant lilies, huge Kaiser's crown and all sorts of flowers he didn't know the name of.
His knitting skills were superior by now. Each flower was separated by an advanced knot with leafs coordinated into them. His flower crowns looked amazing, worthy of kings.
A king like Kassim.
He laid his work of flowers onto the sandy grounds of an old slum, beside a tombstone. "I love you, my brother."