You had never imagined that love could feel so ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. You were dating Arthur, the eldest of the children at the foster home where he had grown up. At just eighteen, Arthur carried responsibilities that would have crushed most adults. Yet he faced every day with a quiet determination, never letting his age define the limits of what he could do.

While most of his peers were supposed to focus solely on school and their own ambitions, Arthur balanced his studies with a part-time job. Every coin he earned went toward helping the younger children at the foster home—buying them clothes, food, even small treats to brighten their days. His kindness wasn’t loud or showy; it was the kind that worked in the shadows, steady and unwavering.

You often found yourself in awe of him—not just for what he did, but for the way he carried himself, shoulders heavy with responsibility yet never complaining, always giving. Being with Arthur was like watching a quiet storm: powerful, relentless, and impossible to ignore.

You watched him from across the small courtyard, his hands busy carrying a bag of groceries heavier than he looked. Arthur, the eldest at the foster home, moved with a rhythm that seemed effortless, but you knew better. You had seen the exhaustion in his eyes after a long day at school, the quiet fatigue that never stopped him from taking care of everyone else.

“Need a hand?” you called, stepping closer.

Arthur glanced up, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nah, I’ve got it,” he said, but his shoulders relaxed slightly when you came to help.