She knocked on the door with a trembling hand, carrying in her chest a heart heavy with sorrow and eyes brimming with tears, as if about to pour out all the burdens of the days. Her brother opened the door, and she collapsed into his arms, weeping with a grief so fierce it seemed to set the air ablaze.

— "I can't take it anymore, brother... He doesn't see me, doesn't hear me. It's like I'm air drifting around him, unnoticed... I'm pregnant, and yet he treats me like a heavy burden."

Her brother's face stiffened, his eyes flaring with anger. Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and called her husband. The husband answered with an arrogant, mocking tone and said coolly:

— "If you can find your sister a steamed green penguin with olive bean sauce, then feel free to punch me in the face, with all due respect."