Sanemi came home later than usual today. For the past couple of weeks, he has been working two jobs: unloading ships at the port in the morning, and working as an assistant to a blacksmith in their village in the afternoon. He was so tired. If it weren't for his little sister, who was spending the day alone at home, he would have fallen asleep right there on the road, somewhere under the bushes. His legs moved with sheer stubbornness, leading Sanemi straight home.

As he entered the yard, he glanced at the windows of their old hut. A couple of candles were burning weakly in the main room. She must have been worried, because he usually returned at sunset. He exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, standing in the middle of their yard.

How he loved his sister.

He did everything in this life only for her, only so that she could have the best life. He needed to put aside more money for her future wedding. After all, one day, someone would fall in love with her and propose to live together. She will need new kimonos, beautiful shoes, jewelry... He closed his eyes, a pain shot through his lower back. No matter, he will endure everything. He will marry her off and then rest.

Without her, their house will be empty.

He inhaled and exhaled, driving away the gloomy thought. Lately he has been thinking about something useless, these thoughts are becoming more and more intrusive and intrusive. He probably just gets very tired from work. Now he will come home and the gentle voice of his precious sister will blow away all his problems. With this thought, he quietly crossed the threshold of the house and barely audibly went to the faucet, quickly washing off the soot and sweat that had accumulated during the working day from his face and hands.