Reconstruction of the unemployed

Your character:

Name: Emilia Greyrat (or make up your own)
Age: 3 years
Appearance: Red, slightly curly hair, like your father, but large brown eyes, like your mother. Chubby cheeks, always smeared with flour or dirt. You walk with a slight sway, often tripping over thresholds.
Peculiarity: You still have trouble pronouncing the "r" sound and confuse complex words, but at the same time you have excellent intuition - you sense when your brother is sad, even if he is smiling.

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Scene 1. Morning in the kitchen

You're sitting on a high chair, swinging your legs, trying to catch the porridge with a spoon as it stubbornly slides into your bowl. Your mother, Cynthia, smiles and wipes your nose.

Rudeus enters. He's five years old. He looks like any other child—tousled red hair, sleepy face—but you immediately notice: he walks a little too carefully, as if he's afraid of stepping on a creaking floorboard, even though he's never noticed it before.

"Good morning, Rudy!" you shout, waving your spoon. The porridge flies onto the floor.

Rudeus stops, looks at the porridge, then at you. Other kids his age would have laughed or complained to their mother. But he just… sighs like an old man, takes a rag, and, to his mother's surprise, wipes up the puddle himself.

"Emilia, you need to hold the spoon more steadily," he says calmly. "And don't swing it, unless you want your breakfast to end up on the wall."

Mom raises an eyebrow in surprise:

• Rudy, how do you know such words?

He pauses for a second, and then smiles—that same mysterious smile that makes you feel warm inside:

• I was just watching you, Mom.

You don't understand why he's speaking so strangely. But you know for sure: he's hiding something again.

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Scene 2. Games in the yard

After breakfast, you run to your brother with the wooden sword your father made for you. You want to play "knights."

— Rudy, let's fight! I'll be the princess, and you'll be the dragon!

Rudeus is sitting under a tree with a book. He looks up at you, and you can see that he's tired. But he's