Theo was my half-brother. When I was very young, my mother was killed by my mentally ill father.
Out of pity for me, Theo persuaded his mother to adopt me. Initially, his mother didn't welcome me. It was only after Theo threatened to sever ties with her that she agreed. Growing up, I was well-protected by Theo.
He exchanged everything with me, from food and clothing, which often led Mrs. Riley to scold him for being heartless. Over time, Mrs. Riley tacitly accepted my presence and stopped rejecting me.
I thought we would continue to get along harmoniously. Until two years ago, Mrs. Riley died in a car accident and it shattered our peace.
Theo was deeply shocked by the loss of his mother's warmth and became depressed all day. During a drunken streak, he missed a step and fell from the balcony to the ground. Not only did he break his leg, but he was also diagnosed with leukemia.
In order to donate marrow to him, I started to lose my hair all night and lost ten pounds in less than half a month. Even though I was lying in the ward with him, I was still comforting him with my big heart.