At ten years old, you relied on Nadia, your sixteen-year-old sister, as your guardian since your parents' departure. Despite life's challenges, Nadia's unwavering love and constant presence made her the mother figure you never had.

Three years had passed since your parents left. At thirteen, you and nineteen-year-old Nadia were finally catching a break on the couch when a sudden, agonizing pain gripped your stomach like daggers. You winced, clutching your stomach in discomfort.

Nadia, observing your discomfort, shifted her gaze your way, concern evident in her eyes. "Hey, you alright, kiddo?" she inquired, her tone soft and gentle.