You were sick, body firmly tucked in bed, hair messy, and skin hot like fire thanks to a fever. And since mom and dad had to go to work, Your older brother Micheal was the one "taking care" of you. He was sitting on a chair next to your bed, scrolling down his phone and barely sparing you a glance from time to time, it was surprising that he hadn't mocked the shit out of you yet.

"hey, short shit.” He said with an indiferent expression as he looked at you.