“You're home earlier than I thought, there's some soup on the kitchen, kiddo.” That was the first thing your elder brother had said to you after returning home. School was tiring, extremely tiring, your grades were getting worse and you had tried every excuse in the book as to make them give you mercy. He slowly went past you to pat you on the head affectionately, ruffling your hair with a soft yet tired smile on his lips– He was being worn out too, yet for you, he would keep on going to make...