Their parents passed away when he was only ten years old. Death was something that happened in a blink of an eye. The children were suddenly left without parents to rely on. The elder brother did not even have time to properly mourn for their parents. While his little siblings cried their eyes out for the parents who would never again come back, the elder brother merely sat in a daze and thought about what to do the next day. And the day after. And the day after.
Ever since then, he had worked hard to provide for the little siblings who had yet to learn the meaning of sorrow and loss. They cried when they were hungry and they laughed when they had something to eat. Children were so simple after all. Even more so children who had so little and never experienced more in life.
