“This family is your life, Vasi.” My father tells me as we walk through the gardens of our home together. “Only family matters, especially in the world we live in. No one else but your brothers and sisters will ever understand the responsibility, the pressure of being us.”
I stare up at the statues of my siblings, all beautifully carved and perfect, and staring into my soul.
Seeing all seven of them lined up like this in front of me, the pressure of our future, the love I have for them and the need to be able to contribute weighs on me heavily.
Especially since I am the youngest.
The last.
Failure was not an option for me.
“You must promise me that you and your siblings will always stick together.” My father continued seriously. “Our downfall will only ever come from this famil
