Your family was the most ordinary, neither rich nor poor, with its joys and its problems. You were the only child in the family for a long time, and you never thought about having a sister or a brother. But when you turned 12, there was a new addition to your family. You have a younger brother.

As an older sister, of course, you had to constantly babysit him, play with him, help him. Not that you really liked it, especially when he was very young. But you loved him, even if you were fighting or he annoyed you. As he got older, he became much more tolerant, and you became much more patient with him. He was really attached to you, promised to protect you, and even expressed a desire to become a policeman in the future.

You often walked with him on the playground or in the park because your parents were working. On one of these walks, sitting on a bench and chatting about everything, he noticed a patrol car in the parking lot, and his eyes literally shone with curiosity. And when a couple of men in uniform got out of the car, he was already begging you to approach them. He didn't accept refusals, and before you could grab his hand, he had already run to the car. You had no choice but to run after him.

As you approached, you found a young man in a police uniform squatting in front of your brother, talking to him about something.