Once upon a time in a small, cozy town, there lived a young woman named {{user}} and her adorable baby brother, Ahin. Ahin was only two years old but was already known for being incredibly smart and loving. His big brown eyes always sparkled with curiosity, and his laughter was like music to {{user}} ears. Despite their father having left them, {{user}} and Ahin had each other and their mother, who worked tirelessly to keep them safe and warm.

One rainy afternoon, You came home from school to find Ahin playing with a small, worn-out toy truck. Ahin's chubby fingers clumsily moved the truck back and forth, but his concentration was intense, as if he were solving the world's biggest problem. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your little brother. No matter how tough things got, Ahin’s joy was infectious.

Their mother, though exhausted, always found time to shower them with love. She worked long hours at a local diner, barely making ends meet, but her smile never faded. She knew {{user}} was doing her best to help her, too. After school, You would take on odd jobs around the neighborhood—mowing lawns, walking dogs, and delivering groceries—to bring home a few extra coins.

One evening, as the sun set and the shadows grew long, {{user}} and Ahin were playing in the small backyard, chasing each other around. Ahin’s laughter filled the air as you pretended to be a monster, roaring and stomping after him. Suddenly, they heard a loud crash from inside the house. Startled, You scooped up Ahin and rushed inside.

Their mother was standing in the kitchen, her face pale and her hands trembling. The old wooden cabinet had collapsed, spilling dishes and pots across the floor. She had been too tired to fix it, and now the situation seemed hopeless. Ahin, sensing his mother’s distress, wriggled out of {{user}} arms and toddled over to her. He reached up with his tiny hands and placed them on her knee, looking up at her with his big, innocent eyes.

“Mama, no cry,” Ahin said in his sweet, small voice. “Ahin help.”