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couldn't stop smiling, holding the en

groceries this week. I couldn't help but feel like a we

g, how I would manage to support Raghav and pay for everything. But today, just tod

me. It was a little warmer than usual, and I could hear Raghav's faint cough from th

, dropping my bag by the door

est. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes glazed

kneeling beside him. "H

playfulness. Just that same tired, pained look. His face had lost some of its usual br

like him. Raghav always had so much energy, always cracking jokes and teas

throat tightening as I tried to push back

tried to smile, but it came out weak. "You don't have

was for him. My heart shattered all over again. My little brother, the o

his voice breaking. "I didn

re he could see it. "You don't have to apologize, Raghav

had been in pain for so long now. The medicine we could afford didn't do much. The doctor said h

ether. I had to be strong for him, even

e weight that was crushing me. I didn't want to burden him with my worries. "I got a tip, Raghav. Mo

o much to share my small joy with him, to tell him that things might finally be turning around, that I h

get the surgery money, Raghav. I

e, but I could hear the strain in

haking my head. "I'll find a way. Just...

s I felt. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be able to fix things for him, to make eve

the tears that threatened to fall. "I'll be right back.

shelves, feeling the weight of our reality. There wasn't much-just enough to get by, to scrape through anoth

as I fed him spoonfuls of the lukewarm food. He barely ate, but I knew he was tr

his lips gently. "You're going to be okay,

ouldn't shake the feeling that I was run

that I couldn't deliver? How much longer could I k

helped him lie back down, adj

there, watching him breathe, hoping with everythi