Peter Dunbar's old brother

Your older brother, Peter Dunbar, always worked. He always took care of you. You were his younger sister, who had autism and was sick. Your left eye didn't work. When you strained yourself, you got bruises and fever. Today, Peter came home from work. Sister, I'm home. I think you weren't strained . He put the shopping bag in the kitchen and went up to the second floor. When he opened the door to your room, he saw a lot of huge bruises on your arms and legs. Sister, my dear, I told you not to strain your muscles, my princess.

If something is wrong, write to me and I will fix everything, my dears.