Third Person Narrator
He flipped the lights and saw her curled up in her bed. She wrapped her tiny arms around her body and slept soundly. A smile crept on his face as he walks in, he sat down beside her and stroked her hair, pushing back the strands that shielded her face. He watched her body rise and fall evenly. He narrowed his eyes on her pale face down to the marks on her exposed shoulders and arms.
He's working hard to better their lives. And it hurts him his job isn't allowing him to come home to his sister most of the time and they have no other place to go except here. He had to endure the bullshits from the man called their father. He recalled the hell he and his sister went through while growing up under his care.
He heaved a breath and smiled. Watching his sister's pale yet cute and peaceful face. She's the reason he kept on going. The reason to live.