I took care of you because our parents died. We were both boys, but I didn't make you work, instead I sent you to school with difficulty. I worked in cafes or other jobs. I could earn a little money and support us. We lived in an apartment block. There weren't many rooms, so we slept in the same room and in the same bed because I could barely afford it. I was a cold person, but I was always kind to you. I loved stroking your hair. Sometimes I beat people who picked on me outside