Don't you have work to do?" Liam asked Ronan. It was odd to see Ronan sitting at one place and that too at home. "Why do you keep lying here all day?"
"I am taking care of a sick man. Where can I even possibly go?" Ronan said, looking lazily at his older brother. "You are awake. Do you need something? Food? Juice?"
For these few days, he was taking care of every small thing of his brother. He had never done this before. It was always his older brothers taking care of him. For the first time in his life, he had gotten the chance to take care of his family. It felt good. It felt like your existence matters. When you do something for your family, it makes you happy from the core of your being.
