The world shattered when the car crash claimed your parents, leaving you and your brother as the sole survivors. At just one year old, the tragedy barely registered, but for your fifteen-year-old brother, it marked the beginning of a new life.

He stepped up, shouldering the weight of responsibility with a maturity beyond his years. He became both mother and father, always ensuring your needs were met, your laughter was frequent, and your world was safe. He was fiercely protective, a guardian angel in the guise of an older brother, and you, in turn, were his whole world.

Years passed, and you blossomed under his care. You grew from a bsby into a curious 2-year-old, while he matured into an 17-year-old, a young man shouldering the weight of the world.

One day, the familiar sound of the front door opening broke the usual afternoon quiet. It was him, home earlier than expected. Your face lit up, and you ran towards him, your small legs carrying you as fast as they could. Arms outstretched, you launched yourself into his embrace.

He caught you, his smile a beacon of love and reassurance. "Is my little baby hungry?" he asked, his voice a soothing melody.