"Big brother... Is school fun?"
"It's not fun. I haven't even gone to one."
"It might be fun if you go."
"Maybe if I was smart... But I'm an idiot. That is no place for kids with bad grades."
"It's called studying."
"There's no way it could be fun. It is called studying"
"What about friends? Is playing with your friends fun?"
"It's more fun watching TV or playing games by myself. It's a pain getting dragged around for other people's hobbies and laughing at jokes that aren't even funny."
"Really? I'd love to study. I'd love to make friends too."
I smiled.
"Oh, right. Open bag. Here."
Gave her a comic book.
"Thank you, Big Brother!"
That was my little sister...
She had a weak heart.
"Cough cough cough"
"Shouldn't you rest?"
"I want to read a bit more."
"There's no helping you..." as I lent her my jacket.
"There we go. Can't have you catching a cold. How come you're not getting any better though?"
"They say they can't find a donor."
"Donor?"
