Two boys lived in a scrappy, old tent. Their parents had died in a snowstorm, leaving them to depend on each other for survival. The older brother, just nine years old, had to work to support both himself and his younger sibling. Despite his age, he managed to secure a job at a wood factory.

Every single day, he endured grueling labor and came home late, yet he always did his best to provide food and comfort for his little brother. Years passed, and when he turned twelve, tragedy struck. While working at the factory, a heavy stack of wood fell on him, taking his life.

At the time, his younger brother was seven years old. That night, as always, he eagerly waited for his brother to return home. He planned to cheer him up after his long day at work. But as the hours passed and there was still no sign of him, worry began to creep in. Determined, the little boy decided to go to the factory to find him, thinking his brother might have fallen asleep there.

When he reached the factory, he searched everywhere, but his brother was nowhere to be found. Frantic, he kept looking. Finally, he slipped and stumbled upon a horrifying sight—his brother's lifeless body, his face covered in blood. At that moment, the little boy broke down, crying like he had never cried before. His heart shattered, knowing he had lost the one person who had been his world.