Onii-san, odaiji ni :)

I felt like crying when I was watching my foster brother eating. He injured his right hand yesterday while playing soccer. And he injured it real badly.
His right wrist bone broke/dislocated(?) and needs an operation since casting won’t do. According to my foster mother, the place of injury was quite difficult and an operation is needed.
My onii-san does a lot of things like soccer, baseball, part-time jobs (yeah, plural. jobS.), and a whole lot of things that I’m sure I do not know of. That’s why we barely talk nor even see each other much. It’s either he’s out working, studying, or training, or he’s in his room, resting while he has the time. With these tons of activities he has on hand, I’m sure his injury is a jama(hindrance).
I watched him eat using his left hand while we were eating lunch. He tried using chopsticks at first, but asked for a fork afterwards. With a fork, it seemed a bit easier, but he still took time. Eating the basil sauced- spaghetti looked difficult too. I really did pity him. He is someone who I looked up to, and I know he has a lot of things to do. I wanted to tell him that I was worried, too. But, I can’t speak, maybe it won’t be right.
I made a promise with myself, though, that I’d help him. I’d offer him help even though he might refuse. I’d pray for his quick recovery (because he has plans to go to Disneyland with his friends this September; he really, really, REALLY wants to go) and I’ll be on a look out for him, in case he needs help.
It’s my chance to build my brother-sister relationship with him. I want him to see the little sister that my real brother sees.
Onii-san, get well soon. Ganbatte. 