"I love you, you love me, we are a happy family." Lydia said with a smile as she sat next to her brother on the hospital bed, she held his hand and creased it.
Her brother smiled in response and she smiled out tears, she hurriedly wiped it and smile.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked and he nodded, it was actually a lie though. Everyday her brother keeps feeling weak but he lies that he is okay to her just to make her feel better.
"Okay, you know I have to go now, it's night already." She said and he nodded.
She stood up and carried her bag, she kissed his forehead for over ten seconds before pulling away.
"I love you Henry." She muttered and he smiled, Lydia stood up and walked out of the hospital.
Lydia Anderson, a prostitute who is willing to do anything to save her dying brother 'Henry.'
Lydia is twenty twenty two years old while her brother is seventeen. Lydia and Henry are orphans who struggles to survive.
