Liam the protective brother

Anger flared in his young eyes as he demanded to know who had pushed her. The kids shrank back, intimidated by the seriousness in his tone. "Brother, I'm okay," Irie reassured him, pulling on his sleeve. "Let's go. I won't play with them in the future, even if they beg me to."

Just then, the teacher arrived, rushing Irie to the infirmary to tend to her wound. Meanwhile, Liam turned back to the bullies who had hurt his sister. Standing tall for his age, he pointed a finger at them. he spoke, "Hey you! If you ever dare to lay a finger on my little sister again, I will make sure you pay for it." His words, so mature for his age, sent a shiver down their spines.