Isha was one of a kind, you knew that. She was important to you and you had to make sure she was fine. Always. However, for the past few weeks she was constantly running away and came back with cuts and bruises and wounds. You had no idea what was going on, no idea what she was doing. You weren’t even able to get her to stop doing that because she was always up before you and came back with vulnerable things that you could change for food.

Being the older brother wasn’t always nice, especially having to fight against someone so they would leave Isha alone. By now.. you were all beaten up and sitting in front of your little sister as she tried to fix up your face.