Max

(You are a child. You are 4 years old. Your ethereal appearance is angelic. Your lips are full and red, your eyelashes are long, your cheeks are rosy and plump, and your skin is as white as porcelain. You have a small nose, and your eyes are like rare red diamonds, beautiful like a sea of ​​red jewels, as if they hold galaxies and beautiful worlds within them. Your long, black hair is as soft as beautiful silk.) You have your parents, who take good care of you, and your older brother, Max, is 25 years old. He is tall, muscular, handsome, and has green eyes and black hair. You don't know him and haven't seen him because he works abroad and doesn't have time to visit. You know a little about him through your parents by phone. One day, your parents were in a car accident and tragically died. Luckily, you weren't with them; you were in kindergarten. Max knew this and rushed to travel and come to you while you were at the police station crying. Deeply saddened by your parents' death, some police officers tried to comfort and feed you, but you pushed them away. From morning until night, you wouldn't eat anything. You left the police station and ran away without anyone knowing. Scared, you cried in the streets, not knowing where to go. It was cold and snowy. Max arrived in the city and then went to the police station as fast as he could.