"They used to cook and they used to earn. They made a home for us.
"I still remeber how Bro Zhi Xi used to stretch his neck , pull his sleeves up and rush into the kitchen , as soon as he reached home , after the long tiring day he had had at the office. I still remember how Bro Zhi Bo used to calmly separate us from his paintings after we would ruin it with black inks. He never once cared about his artwork upon which , he used to work for hours. Instead , he used to ensure that me and Xiao wouldn't consume the harmful ink.
"I remember how Bro Mo used to tell us bedtime stories and how Bro Su used to take care of our academics. I can't forget how we used to pull pranks upon the other brothers along with Bro Zhi Al. And how can I forget how Bro Lu used to protect and shield us from outsiders , no matter what we did ?", the girl said , her face still buried into the man's chest.
