Myui Freia

I've been with my sister for as long as I can remember.

Looking back now, we lived in a pretty ramshackle place.

I have no memories of our parents. Did they leave after giving birth to me, or did they die? I never had the time to spare to think about things like that, so I never gave it much thought.

More important than that was figuring out how to survive today and tomorrow.

My sister always looked after little me, making sure I got food first. Back then, I never even wondered where it came from; day after day, I just ate whatever food was put in front of me.

Even so, as the years passed, seeing my sister come home looking utterly worn out every day made me start to feel that things couldn't go on like this.

I'll help, too.

I don't remember how old I was. I just remember saying those words.

My sister opened her mouth in surprise for a moment when she heard me, but then gently told me I didn't have to push myself.

For once, I talked back to her, insisting it wasn't a burden. We didn't exactly argue, but I remember feeling a little sulky when she wouldn't just let me help...