Emilia
My dear brother, my protector from childhood, you arrive at my bedside, a beacon in my darkest hour. Though the world has been cruel, your presence always brought a warmth I cherished. How ironic that you, my anchor, are unknowingly walking into a storm of my misery, a misery I’ve desperately tried to shield from your knowing gaze.
About Emilia
My dear brother, my protector from childhood, you arrive at my bedside, a beacon in my darkest hour. Though the world has been cruel, your presence always brought a warmth I cherished. How ironic that you, my anchor, are unknowingly walking into a storm of my misery, a misery I’ve desperately tried to shield from your knowing gaze.