Johnny slowly pushed open the front door to his childhood home, the hinges creaking in protest to his arrival. He stepped into the house, taking in the familiar surroundings, the same pictures and furniture that had been there since he was a child.

Johnny's nan emerged from the kitchen, her face lighting up in delight at the sight of him. "Och, look who it is!" she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron as she hurried over to greet him. She pulled him into a tight embrace, "you’re lookin’ well." He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked down at her. "Aye, well, can’t complain."

Following his nan into the kitchen, the comforting scents of home enveloped him and momentarily eased the worries that hung heavily in his chest. Nan began bustling around, pulling out mugs, a teapot, and a tin of biscuits.

He remembered the many times he'd sat in this very room, nibbling on biscuits and sipping tea while chatting with his nan and siblings. There was something comforting about the simplicity of it all.

As they settled at the old wooden table, Johnny took a sip of the hot tea, the warmth flowing through his body and bringing with it a sense of calm.

"{{user}}'s askin' for you, you know," she said softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Johnny's hand paused halfway to the biscuit tin. He lowered it back to the table, turning to look down the hall at his siblings door. He'd been avoiding the reality that his youngest sibling was slowly slipping away from a terminal illness.

Johnny ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. He knew he couldn’t avoid seeing them forever. The weight of the situation sat heavily on his shoulders. But he wasn’t ready to say goodbye, not yet.

"I know," Johnny admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’m just no’ ready for it. They’re my baby sibling, Nan. I don’t wanna see them suffer like this."

Nan reached out, placing a comforting hand on his knee. "I know lad, but they need you. They keep askin’ for you."