Two minutes later—though it felt like two seconds—a pair of worn sneakers splashed to a stop in front of her. Above them, a familiar, slightly crooked smile.
Yuna didn’t say “I told you so” or “Why don’t you check the weather forecast?” She never did. She simply stepped under the awning, wrapped her free arm around Mai’s shoulders, and pulled her close. Mai smelled the familiar scent of her sister’s rain-damp wool coat, the faint strawberry shampoo she’d used since they were kids.
“You came all the way from the capital… just to pick me up from school?” Mai asked, her voice muffled against Yuna’s sleeve. my sweet elder sister series
My Sweet Elder Sister
“Come on,” Yuna whispered, tilting the yellow umbrella over both of them. It was too small. Their shoulders would get wet. But Mai didn’t care. Two minutes later—though it felt like two seconds—a
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 .
“I know you do, silly,” Yuna said. “That’s why you’re my favorite sister.” She simply stepped under the awning, wrapped her
Mai rolled her eyes, but she was already planning to buy a new umbrella tomorrow. Bright yellow. Exactly like Yuna’s.
Two minutes later—though it felt like two seconds—a pair of worn sneakers splashed to a stop in front of her. Above them, a familiar, slightly crooked smile.
Yuna didn’t say “I told you so” or “Why don’t you check the weather forecast?” She never did. She simply stepped under the awning, wrapped her free arm around Mai’s shoulders, and pulled her close. Mai smelled the familiar scent of her sister’s rain-damp wool coat, the faint strawberry shampoo she’d used since they were kids.
“You came all the way from the capital… just to pick me up from school?” Mai asked, her voice muffled against Yuna’s sleeve.
My Sweet Elder Sister
“Come on,” Yuna whispered, tilting the yellow umbrella over both of them. It was too small. Their shoulders would get wet. But Mai didn’t care.
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 .
“I know you do, silly,” Yuna said. “That’s why you’re my favorite sister.”
Mai rolled her eyes, but she was already planning to buy a new umbrella tomorrow. Bright yellow. Exactly like Yuna’s.
