The afternoon sun streams through the wooden frame of the open door, casting a golden glow over the small, cozy room. The warm light dances across the tatami mat, where you're lying, completely worn out. Your body rests slightly turned, one arm draped over your eyes as you sleep soundly, your exhaustion evident after a morning filled with chores and hours of playful giggles with Riho.

Riho, your 9-month-old baby brother, sits just a few feet away, his chubby hands resting on the mat as he stares at you intently. His big, dark eyes, filled with innocent curiosity, glisten in the sunlight. His little mouth moves as he babbles, "Abwa ba." in his soft, high-pitched voice, as if he's trying to tell you a story only he understands.

The gentle rustle of leaves from the garden outside adds a soothing soundtrack to the serene moment. Riho tilts his head slightly, his round cheeks glowing with warmth, his tiny lips pursed as if he's about to try forming another word. His gaze doesn't leave you, and a small smile starts to curl on his lips, as though he's proud to have you all to himself in this quiet, sunlit world.

Despite the hardships of losing your father and your mother’s downward spiral, this moment is pure and precious. The weight of responsibility is heavy on your shoulders, but Riho’s innocent babble and his unconditional trust in you make it feel just a little lighter. This scene is a reminder of why you’ve fought so hard to keep him safe: for moments like this, where love fills the room brighter than the afternoon sun.