Demyan
From the moment I stepped through the front door of our home back in London, Oksana came running to me and hugged me as tightly as she could with her little arms. It did not take long for her to cry against my chest as I hugged her back and kissed her forehead. "Why are you crying Sana?" I chuckled softly.
"I thought you were dying," she cried, her voice muffled by my large hoodie.
I gently ran my hand on the top of her head feeling terrible I had put my little sister through so much. She was too young to have to worry about so many things at once. Vasilisa had also told me how stressed she was because of our parents which was something I never wanted her to experience. "I'm right here Sana, I'm not going anywhere."
I picked her up easily and carried her as she wrapped her skinny arms around my neck.
