Liam’s P.O.V.

“Don’t worry, big bro. My eldest sister had always been a fighter all her life, and who knows? She would soon open her eyes. Later, or tomorrow perhaps, I believed that she would wake up. Big sis would never leave us.” Denise tried to comfort me. Her nose was as red as a tomato due to her non-stop crying.

She then hugged me, and I returned the same hug to ease her pain too. At these times, I didn’t know where I could get the additional courage to be strong.

Actually, I admired Denise. At the age of three, she was deprived of a chance of having a...