Synopsis
Yaya died. She took her own life. This woman he'd called 'elder sister' for years, despite sharing no blood with him, was just suddenly gone. She left behind a sizeable inheritance, and also a child. He was only 19 at the time, practically still a kid himself, and now he was responsible for a 15 year old boy. The child wasn't difficult. He had none of the moodiness or defiance you'd expect from someone that age. His IQ was extremely high, and he carried a kind of steadiness and composure that had no business being in a teenager's body. Schoolwork,…
