JuRo's chilhood memories

Jules’ POV

I've never known my mother since she died few months after my birth; nevertheless, I know what a mother's care is. My nanny showed that to me.
When I turned seven, she gave birth to a son. He looks very little and fragile and nanny gets very anxious whenever he gets hurt or sick. I don't want to see her worry and sad so I’ve decided to myself, I'll take care of this kid. The kid grew up stoic; nonetheless, I grew fond of him, especially since he follows me around like a cat and calls me, “big brother”. The last time I saw him was before he started schooling, and I, taken to a boarding house for middle school.
I come home during holidays, when even dad is present. It was a Christmas break when I got home late because of the broken railway and a heavy traffic. I thought for sure that It’ll be alright since I’d be pampered once I got home, but I was wrong, the mansion was turned into ashes and bodies of guards and servants lay dead, my dad’s dead, even my nanny, only I was spared to live in the tragedy the mansion has befallen. Stress and grief has built up on me and I fell unconscious.
I was thirteen when everything fell into pieces and my life turned into hell.


Roman’s POV

I remember, though vaguely, that when I was a kid, Mom always takes me to work because dad can’t take care of me since he’s at work, too. My mother works in a mansion, taking care of a goofy, blond, 11 y/o heir of a very rich man. Mom said I should call him big brother so I did.
Since I’ve nothing to do, except wait for my mom to finish her work, I decided to tag along “big brother” so I won’t be bored neither be lost at the big mansion, at the end of the day. It became a routine for us, we play while mom works. That is, until I turned 4 and started to go to school. Everything seems fine then.
It has been a custom for my mom to go back to spend her holiday with “big brother” and come home after he has slept. Sometimes I wonder who the real son is, I wish big brother just didn’t exist; nonetheless, I felt guilty for thinking so. Especially when Christmas morning came and the tragic news about mom’s working place had struck us. Nobody survived the fire in the mansion, not even big brother, nor my own mom.
I was six when everything fell into pieces and my life turned into hell.



Note: Ro’s POV based on his memory from when he was 4