The Story of My Sister and I: Rama and Shinta

She giggled, squirming away from my tickles., “Stop it! Don’t be gross… I’m too young to think about guys…” She blushed.

Now our family was united. We were as happy as we were before. As we were hugging each other, I looked up there. I saw mom and dad smiling at us gesturing for a kiss. I smiled back at them and rubbed my cheek... so warm. Mom and dad were fading until they disappeared. I look straight… I see a bright future for my sister and me in front of me. I smile optimistically.