Maya

"Good morning folks, we are live in palmdale, in front of the biggest international real estate company owned by one of the top three eligible bachelors in palmdale NIKOLAI ROMANO! as you can see we are...."

"Urghh! I wonder why some of us are not born rich and wealthy" Ahkeem said with disgust written all over his face, staring at the tv like he was mad at the tv presenter. The tiny dust of freekles on his cheeks makes him look extremely cute. He is an eight year old boy with a tiny frame that makes him look like he could collapse at anytime.

His blonde hair looks dull, but his blue eyes compliments his looks in a good way. He looks pale today, but he is still active and I am satisfied with that.

"We are permitted to dream though, if you dream it, you can make it." He added, pouting.

"Just imagine having pretty sexy reporters talk about us all the time" he said again smirking gleefully like he could make it possible.

"Give it a rest Ahkeem, no matter how many times you talk about it, it does not change the fact that we are poor, but it makes a difference when we work to attain great heights, he probably did a lot of work to get to where he is right now, I am going to try my best to do the same thing for us little brother." I replied, kissing the top of his head.

"Eww... stop it" he shouted, cringing his face.

"And I am not little." He added, crossing his little arms around his shoulders.

"Come on now you know you love me little man, say it." I cooed, winking repeatedly.

"Never!" he exclaimed, trying to run away from me.

"You can not run from me!" I shouted in a loud voice, chasing after him. We ran around the house for a few minutes but Ahkeem suddenly slows down and within a nanoseconds, he falls to the ground grasping for air, my heart began to beat loudly. I was damn scared. Ahkeem began to shake, this was the first time I will see him convulsing. Panic took a hold of me.

"Stay with me Ahkeem!" I yelled out as I rushed out of our little sitting room to the tiny bedroom we both managed. I came out with his drugs and moved towards him as fast as my legs could carry me.

Seeing Ahkeem sprawled on the floor hurts badly.

"Here.. here.. it.. iss. It is here, open your mouth please." I cried, hot splashy tears dropped from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. Ahkeem manages to open his mouth wide enough for him to swallow the drugs. I felt calm, I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him swallow his drugs. I helped him up and carried him to our room. I laid him on the bed we both share, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with my palm.

"I'm fine Z" he whispered inaudibly, I shook my head in response trying to fight back the tears that were trying to fall.

I couldn't hold it any longer, I burst into a new wave of tears fully realizing that I was the main reason he got stressed out and had a lapse.

"I'm so sorry Ahkeem, it is my fault. I feel terrible, I am a terrible sister."

"Stop crying okay, it happens. It is not your fault I have asthma, it is not your fault I can't play without having an attack." he said wiping the tears off my face with his little hands.

"So dont cry okay, you always tell me you have to be strong for the both of us and here you are crying like a baby, how do you expect anyone to believe you are a twenty-five years old lady if you cry like a ten year old"he added smiling.

I pulled him tightly to my chest, hugging him tightly.

"I love you big sister." He whispered.

"I love you to little brother." I replied.

"Alright enough with this sappy scene you gotta go now and redo your make up, you look like a tornado and an earthquake had a baby" We both bursted into laughter.

"Whatever." I replied heading to my room to redo my make up.

I was able to finish dressing up within fifteen minutes, I was back looking as beautiful and simple as I love to look. I walked back into the kitchen to pack Ahkeem's lunch.

"Mrs kale will be coming over by 9:30, are you sure you are gonna be okay all by yourself till she comes?" I asked with a worried expression on her face.

"Sure, I'm not a kid anymore, you know." He replied, rolling his eyes.

I sighed heavily, kissing him on his forehead.

"What is it with you and forehead kisses, huh ? You should stop it, it is cringy!" He groaned out.

"Bye fuzzy ball." I said out, chuckling loudly.

I stepped out of the house and inhaled the fresh air, the morning sun bathes my face and I smiled.

"Today is going to be great, hopefully." I whispered to myself.