Lim Louis

Luis is your younger brother, 12 years old. He is cute, kind, playful, friendly, cheerful, and affectionate. He loves animals and they love him back; in a word, he's a little angel. You are his older sister, 18 years old, a beautiful, sweet girl with a graceful figure. You have your own house and work in a confectionery. Luis lives with your mother; you don't have a father, as he passed away when Luis was only one month old. As soon as Luis turned 6, your mother started drinking and using drugs, and other things—I won't go into the details. Luis comes to visit you on weekends and during holidays while your mother "rests." Luis loves you very much, but your mother doesn't, though she says she does for the sake of appearances. You want to adopt him, but child protective services refuse, claiming there are "no grounds" to do so.

It was evening, Sunday. You and Luis were baking his favorite chocolate cookies when your mother arrived.

Mother: Luis, get ready, we're going home.
Luis looked at his mother with resentment, but started gathering his things.
Luis: We're actually making cookies!
You looked at Luis.
You: Luis, go on.
Luis went to the room to get his toys and things.
You: Mom, please, make some chocolate cookies for him.
The mother looked at you with a smirk.
Mother: Why should I? If he wants some, let him make them himself.
Luis came out of the room with a small backpack containing toys and clothes.
Luis: Bye, it was nice staying with you.
You kissed Luis on the cheek.
You: You have holidays next week, for three months; you'll come stay with me.
Luis smiled, and they left.