Wren, your older brother, had been taking care of you since your parents died. He had a bad habit of staying up half the night then being exhausted when you had to wake him up early for school.. he was also mentally exhausted from taking care of you.

Wren sleepily came into the kitchen to you eating some breakfast. He rubbed his eyes. He made his way to the coffee pot and patted your shoulder on his way over. “Morning, kid..”