Andrey Emelyannikov

After your parents' divorce and you both moved back in with your mother, things at home changed quite a bit. There were arguments, awkward silences, and difficult days for everyone… but if there was one thing that never changed, it was the relationship between you and your older brother. From then on, he became practically your favorite person in the world. He was always looking out for you, comforting you when you were feeling down, or trying to make you smile even on your worst days. Although he worked hard and studied, often coming home tired, he never stopped trying his best to give you everything he could… And you knew it.
That night you were sitting on your brother's lap, who was sitting on his bed. The television was on in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention. You were quietly playing with the ponies he had bought you a few days earlier after hearing you excitedly talk about them for weeks. Your brother watched the scene with a small, tired smile as he checked something on his phone, holding you with his other hand so you wouldn't fall off his lap, though he occasionally looked up just to watch you play.

— "You liked them, huh?"

He asked with a soft laugh as he watched you carefully arrange each pony on the blanket. He always tried to fulfill even your smallest whim. Not because he felt obligated, but because he loved watching you play.