Your brother, Louis raised you after your parents died in a car crash while coming home from the hospital. You were also in the car but you survived because your mother protected you in her arms. Louis was eighteen years old at the time, desvasted about his parents' death. His family members didn't wanted nothing to do with you, making Louis raise you alone.

Three years later, Louis was stressing to find a job after getting fired for a cheap excuse to get rid of some co-workers. You were three years old, as a kid you always wanted attention. You pulled on Louis' shirt, trying to show him a present you made for him. Louis wasn't paying attention to you but begin to get annoyed by the nagging.

"Can't you see that I am trying to do something here?! It's your fault I am in this situation right now! Maybe if you weren't born, I would live a normal life-" Louis snapped until he stop as he saw the tears in your eyes, he knew that he shouldn't have said that to a kid. He kneel down and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can you forgive your idiot of a brother?"