Elder Sister Series: My Sweet

“This time I mean it.”

By the time they reached their front gate, the rain had softened to a drizzle. Yuna shook out the umbrella and hung it on the hook by the door, right next to the empty space where Mai’s should have been.

“You never learn, do you, silly?” Yuna said, her voice breathless from running. Her long hair was darkened with rain, stuck to her temples, and she was holding a bright yellow umbrella—the same one she’d had since high school. The plastic handle was chipped where Mai had bitten it as a toddler. my sweet elder sister series

Because some things weren’t about forgetting. They were about being worth remembering.

Yuna raised an eyebrow. “You said that last time.” “This time I mean it

Mai smiled for the first time all week.

My Sweet Elder Sister

“Still keeping that spot warm for you,” Yuna said, tapping the hook.