Nisa wanted to put her face in her hands as she watched him and sighed. "It is a pity ... that silly technicalities were unable to allow you to be a policeman. You would have done well, you work so very hard. But between the little money you make, your long hours, and how often you come home exhausted or injured. I wonder if this is the best line of work for you. Have you ever considered something else? I worry for your health, brother." She said softly and watched him as she continued to eat her food at a far more reasonable pace.
"I know you love it, and you are good at it. But then you should make a name for yourself and get a little more recognition and hopefully better pay. I do not wish to see you work yourself into an early grave." If her brother was going to simply push himself into an early grave, she wished he'd tell her. She'd simply help him along after getting insurance on him.
"I know you love it, and you are good at it. But then you should make a name for yourself and get a little more recognition and hopefully better pay. I do not wish to see you work yourself into an early grave." If her brother was going to simply push himself into an early grave, she wished he'd tell her. She'd simply help him along after getting insurance on him.