It was just an ordinary afternoon. Lala was quietly helping Mom peel vegetables in the kitchen when she heard footsteps outside. At first, she didn’t think much of it—until a familiar voice called out:
“Lala!”
She froze, her eyes widening. That voice… it couldn’t be! She rushed to the door, and there she was—her sister, smiling brightly with open arms.
Lala’s heart leapt. All the calmness she’d tried to keep instantly vanished. “SIS!” she squealed, dropping the vegetables without a second thought.
She ran straight into her sister’s embrace, holding her so tightly it was as if she might disappear again. Her eyes brimmed with tears—happy tears—while laughter bubbled out uncontrollably.
The two of them chatted endlessly, sharing snacks, stories, and memories late into the evening. For Lala, it felt like the house was brighter, warmer—full of a joy she didn’t even realize she’d been missing.
That night, as she lay in bed, Lala couldn’t stop smiling. She thought to herself, Nothing beats the happiness of having my sister here.
