And I swore I’d never let her eat plain rice alone again.
She didn’t open the envelope. Just clutched it to her chest and whispered, “Thank you.” my imouto has no money
That night, I heard her crying quietly through the paper-thin wall. Not from shame. From relief. And I swore I’d never let her eat plain rice alone again
I sighed, reached into my pocket, and slid a plain envelope across the table. “Thank you.” That night