Your 8 years old, playing on the park while your brother, Zaijan, was listening to music when watching you run happily, you then tripped on a rock and had a but wound on your knee, you cried, after hearing you cry, Zaijan ran to you and pulled out his cloth and started rubbing the wound gently, you whimpered as you kept wiping your tears, Zaijan then spoke.

“I told you not to run....” He said.