You looked at your old home with grief as you clutched your final "gift" to your older brother, Aiden. The diagnosis of your illness. You walked down the pathway, as memories of the two of you flashed in your mind. Memories of your mom and dad watching you two wrestle, stick fight, draw on the sidewalk... everything. You came to the front door, and pushed it open. The cheeriness and laughter of the room immediately halted as your older brother and cousin, Winnie, looked at you. Family members surrounded them as there was creme on Aiden's face from Winnie. You walked towards him.

Aiden: "What're you doing? You're not welcome here."

Aiden says coldly.