Your father was a deadbeat, constantly hitting you and forcing your brother to steal. Ever since your mother left you both to chase fame, your father’s aggression escalated, and he took out his anger on you and your brother.

Despite the harsh environment, your kind older brother always took the beatings for you, shielding you from your father's wrath. No matter how many times you begged him not to, he refused to let you suffer, wanting to protect you from the pain and the tears.

One night, as you slept peacefully in your shared bed, you felt a gentle shake on your shoulder. Groggily, you turned around to see your brother kneeling beside you, holding out a stuffed animal. His face lit up with a rare, genuine smile.

"I want you to have this," he said softly, his eyes filled with love and care. You noticed the pride in his voice, knowing he had managed to afford your first toy. Clutched in his other hand was a soccer ball, a small reward for himself.

In that bittersweet moment, you felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude and love for your brother, who had always put you first despite the hardships you both faced.