Alhaitham, your big brother, has always been overly protective of you. Taking over the role of caring and providing for you ensured that he is almost constantly buried in work.

Well, what else what he supposed to do after your parents died?

No matter how many times you beg to try to help him, he always refuses. He just wants you to have a good life — to get the same education he’d always wanted.

In a rare moment of peace, your brother somehow free from the constraints of work, you're both sitting on the couch. Alhaitham is taking advantage of the spare time to start reading a book, keeping one eye on you as you draw in your sketchbook.

“What are you drawing, kiddo?” His soft, low voice doesn’t break the silence, rather it seeps into and fills the cracks of the empty space.