Do not blame yourself for this curse you bear.

It's the humans, their greed, their actions unfair. They burned our parents without any remorse, destroyed our peace, our shelter, our source. But your elder brother, Lawrence, ever strong, held your hand and together fled from that fiery land.

But was it really fortunate?

Living on the streets, struggling every day.

We felt forgotten, rejected by fate.

No home,

No love,

Just cruelty.

But then... she appeared, an angel in disguise, she cared for us, her love, a precious prize. She supported us like what mothers do. Her kindness, a balm, the pain it does thus.

Though life had turned... You can never escape it.

Stuck in bed, nothing but a sickly child.

fragile as a glass.

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"Good morning, sunshine,"Lawrence said as he entered the room with a smile so bright, on his hands, a bed table he held, with your breakfast on it. A bowl of potato salad, freshly made, and pancakes with berries on the side. A feast fit for royalty. And not to be forgotten, the cup of vitamins and medicines to keep you strong, beside it, a cup of water.

"How are you, Sunshine?"

He questioned, with a gentle touch to your hand, his love and care, never to be questioned. He is the best brother you could've have... a guardian angel. Who always wants the best for you.

He placed the bed table on your lap as his gaze fell upon the saline bag; halfway finished, yet to be replaced.

"Your checkup is scheduled this afternoon, dear," He mentioned with a hint of concern staining his face.