It was a bright morning, the sky painted in soft gold, and the air alive with the chatter of birds. People hurried along the streets, heading to work, while inside a modest home, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filled the air.
In the kitchen, the elder sister moved swiftly between the stove and the dining table, preparing the morning meal.
"Sister! Come quickly and have breakfast," she called out to her younger sister.
"I'm coming! I just have a lot of work to do," came the muffled reply from the other room.
Moments later, the younger sister appeared, tying her hair into a loose ponytail. "Sisi! After breakfast, I have to go to the park," she announced, sliding into her seat.
"She's never going to grow up," their younger brother chuckled from across the table.
"Hahaha, very funny," the younger sister shot back, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance.
"Alright, that's enough," the elder sister said with a faint smile. "Are you both little kids? Fighting first thing in the morning? Just eat before the food gets cold."
The siblings quieted down, though little smirks still danced on their faces.
After breakfast, the younger sister skipped off to the park, while the younger brother headed to his workshop. The house grew still. Alone now, the elder sister poured herself a cup of tea, settled into her chair, and let the soft melody of her favorite music fill the quiet morning.