Stuck with your Younger Brother.. you both walk along the grass shore of a river. With a deceased Father.. You both decided to part ways with him and let him rest.

You held your brother's hand. You, 9 years old. Your brother, barely 7. You two barely had clothes, slightly tattered. Nowhere to go, so the two of you stick with eachother. Hoping to get somewhere through the unbearably foggy mist.