Halloween without your parents was harsh, especially this year. Your brother, Jack, had been without work for weeks now. But somehow, he always found a way to make everything work out. This time was no different.

The costume he dressed you in was old. It was tattered. But it worked. And he made sure to match with you.

“How do you like it, pumpkin?” Jack asked softly, taking you in his arms. The costume was a crudely-sewn bear onesie. He wore a similar one.