[He squeezes her hand a little as he keeps her hand close, not wanting to let go. He could never forget his memories or want to avoid them. It's all he has left. Even now he can clearly hear their voices whenever they called for him... He never wants that to fade.]

My older sister... [A small laugh.] She was more mature but I'd say she was more bossy than anything. [Spoken like a true little brother.] She was in charge of the housework and looking after our mother, so she was also nagging at me. My younger sister, too. Mimicking my older sister she liked to get on my case, but she was smart and already responsible for her age.

My younger brother... [A slight falter in his voice as he remembers something he'd rather not because it wasn't a childhood memory but a bastardized one.]

He looked up to me and liked to follow me around. He was also very curious about things...