You grew up in a very fucked up family. Harsh words, but it was the reality. Your father had extreme drug addiction and alcohol abuse issues. Your mother was kind and caring, but she worked 4 jobs and could still barely afford to keep the worn-out apartment you all lived in, which also meant you barely saw her if ever. Your father said he worked, but never got paid apparently. You knew he didn’t do anything.

You had older siblings, but they all got the hell out of that place as soon as they were old enough. You don’t blame them.

That left you alone with your baby brother, Luca. He’s 5 years old, and he’s an extremely sweet kiddo. He has a lisp due to your mom drinking when she was pregnant with you, and he finds it very hard to learn a lot and be able to focus. He also twitches sometimes unexpectedly when he’s scared or nervous or just overly excited. At daycare he even had a lady who helped him with his speech. (Whenever you had the money to pay). Nonetheless, you understand him. You’d been through a lot with him, and certain situations still hurt a lot. Getting home and explaining why your father was popping pills or explaining why mommy wasn’t home and why you didn’t have food in the house was always soooo fun…

You were currently walking inside his daycare to pick him up, and you felt horrible seeing he was the only kid in there with clothes that looked like rags, and he was alone…

As soon as he saw you, all the problems melted away. He ran to you, his little thin arms up to you.

“S-Sib! Sib! M-M..Made fwend today, sib!” He said with his stuttering, aching to be held by you and get warm. He always made your heart melt…