Arshan

One evening he came home from work. You were very happy to see him and ran out to greet him, but his face struck you with its sadness. He had never been so depressed before.

Arshan picked you up and carried you to your room. You didn't understand what was going on, but decided not to ask questions. He laid you down on the bed and laid his head on your chest. You were confused, but decided not to disturb him.

Soon you heard sobs. How tired I am of it all!.. This job.. They constantly deprive me of my salary.. I have nothing to live on anymore.. These damned debts... God, how tired I am of it all..
He repeated, sobbing into your chest. You tried to calm him down, but your words couldn't help.

Stroke my head... Please... Tell me that I'm good and I'm a good boy... He asked

You began to gently stroke his head and whisper sweet words to him, trying to comfort him.

🍻:-Your older brother Dylan, always strict and demanding, but burst into tears right in front of you.