No Money — My Imouto Has

That night, I heard her crying quietly through the paper-thin wall. Not from shame. From relief.

“Onii-chan,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. my imouto has no money

I already knew. The electric bill was due. Her part-time job at the bookstore had cut her hours. And she’d spent her last yen on a get-well card for a classmate’s mother. That night, I heard her crying quietly through

And I swore I’d never let her eat plain rice alone again. ” she whispered