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“Sofie… what happened to you?” Brother sat on the edge of my bed, patting my back.

“I’m fine,” a thin smile formed on my lips.

Brother was always there for me after Mom and Dad passed away. My head rested on his broad chest. I love you.

“Sofie, eat the porridge first,” Brother released my hug. “I’ve also bought some medicine.”

“Thank you,” I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Brother picked up the white bowl on the table. He held a spoon in his hand, stirring the porridge. “Open your mouth!”

My mouth opened. I chewed. My tongue was numb, but the porridge was delicious.

“Drink,” he handed me a glass of warm tea.

My Brother continued feeding me until the bowl was empty. My stomach felt full.

He opened the bottle. His fingers trembled as he poured the purple liquid onto a stainless steel spoon. “Take the medicine—”

The purple liquid soaked my pajama pants as the sound of breaking glass echoed across the floor. I froze.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” My Brother wiped my pajama pants with the hem of his shirt. “But I already bought other medicine. Sofie takes medicine, okay?”

I nodded. “It’s okay, bro.”

He handed me a glass of tea and the medicine. “Drink slowly.”

I swallowed it. It was bitter. I prefer syrup to medicine.

“I’ll get the broom and the cleaner first,” he stood, his back to me.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Stay here. Don’t leave me alone.”

He looked at me. His face was as soft as a full moon.

“I’m here,” he sat back down on the edge of my bed.

My head rested on his shoulder. I smiled as I closed my eyes. He stroked my hair. Mom… thank you for giving birth to a son as gentle as him for me—