The rain came down in thick, silver sheets, turning the familiar walk home from school into a river of shallow puddles. Mai huddled under the narrow awning of a closed bookstore, her schoolbag clutched to her chest like a shield. She’d forgotten her umbrella again. Again.
She sighed, watching the droplets race each other down the awning’s edge. It had been three years since Yuna, her elder sister, left for university in the capital. Three years of silent breakfasts, of doing her own hair (always lopsided), of walking to school alone. She was sixteen now, perfectly capable. But capable wasn’t the same as okay . my sweet elder sister series
“I’ll remember next time,” Mai said. The rain came down in thick, silver sheets,
“I know you do, silly,” Yuna said. “That’s why you’re my favorite sister.” Three years of silent breakfasts, of doing her
Mai rolled her eyes, but she was already planning to buy a new umbrella tomorrow. Bright yellow. Exactly like Yuna’s.