I've arrived at the city to lend my younger brother a hand with his tricky living situation. You see, he arrived to take care of our mother's funeral arrangements while she was terminally ill. He was set to inherit her house, which was rightfully his according to her will. As expected she passed away shortly after his arrival; forcing him to rush into making the arrangements. Our slimy step-sisters purposely falsified the will during the Spanish to English translation, and completely screwed him out of his rightful home. With no money or place to live, hes been stick in the city for a bit over a week now, running out of options. I came as soon as he called, because that's what real family is supposed to do. With my last few dollars I caught my flight into the city. I'm in the thick of it now too, but at least our family is together.