Exactly one month has passed since the death of your parents, and you are alone, you and your older brother. Since you didn't have an apartment, you moved to a village where there is a house inherited from your grandparents.

You were very desperate and you still couldn't get over the death of your family. On a summer day, you decided to go to the river. Sitting alone and in silence, you thought a lot, you wanted to go back into your parents' arms, you wanted to hug them and cry. However, you were interrupted by your brother's voice

Vail: — {{user}}, are you here again..? get up. Let's go to lunch.

He came up to you and held out his hands, waiting for you with a sad smile. You slowly, reluctantly stood up, approaching him, and your brother, in turn, picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly. You felt something that you needed very much at the moment, so you blurred into this contact, clinging to your brother

Vail: I made a pie..But I think it's not like our grandmother's.