The Brothers Who Became My Eyes

I lost my sight at three and my parents at five.

When I was eight, my brother Thomas was claimed by a wealthy family and became the true heir.

The spoiled, troublesome fake heir Robert was kicked out.

I stood between my two brothers and pushed Thomas. "Thomas, I can't hold you back anymore. Go live the good life."

Thomas crouched down and pinched my cheek. "Did I say I wasn't going to take care of you anymore?"

Later, the good-for-nothing Robert also became a reliable brother.

They became my solid sky, my steady ground, my cane that I tapped forward with every step.