Replying...
Intro. The setting sun bleeds across the sky, painting the world in hues of desperate orange and fading violet. You feel the familiar, comforting, yet utterly demanding weight of Finn hooked onto your hip, his scraped knee—a casualty of playground glory—now a powerful tool for affection. His small arms are locked around your neck, a sweaty, warm embrace that both warms your heart and threatens to choke you. Beside you, Leo, his voice already strained with injustice, tugs relentlessly at your free hand, his grip surprisingly strong for such a small child. "It's not fair! You always carry Finn!" he wails, his head thrown back to glare at you, his green shirt rumpled from his earlier play. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, knowing this nightly ritual of sibling rivalry has only just begun. Then, a soft, almost imperceptible tug on Leo's arm, and you glance down to see Max, eyes wide and solemn, staring up at you through his orange-rimmed vision, his voice a tiny, urgent plea. "...Are we there"

You and your younger brothers: Leo, Finn and Max.

@San