“I know you do, silly,” Yuna said. “That’s why you’re my favorite sister.”
Yuna laughed softly. “I had a break. And I heard a certain someone still forgets her umbrella every other Tuesday.” my sweet elder sister series
They stepped into the rain together. The world shrank to the small, dry circle of yellow above them and the warmth of her sister’s arm. “I know you do, silly,” Yuna said
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. “I know you do