Kind of People

"I love you, cousin." He said. It was rare that we talked so freely. "I love you too. Bad people don't love either. You weren't lying, were you?" He shook his head at me and responded. "Of course not." I gave a small smile. "Then you're not a bad person." I knew it was true. If my cousin, who killed everyday could be good by helping me, then there was hope for me as well