A small girl in a frilly pink frock, her black hair tied into two neat buns like a cartoon princess. She clutched a teddy bear under one arm, her eyes sparkling like stars as they scanned the room.
Following behind her was an old man dressed in a classic three-piece suit—gray pinstriped, with polished leather shoes and a gold pocket watch chain glinting across his vest. Despite his age, his back was straight, and there was an effortless dignity in his steps.
The girl's eyes lit up when they landed on the bed. "Big bro superhero!"
She dashed forward, arms wide.
Ethan blinked. "Huh—Mina?!"
He smiled as the little girl practically leaped onto the side of his bed. He gently tugged her cheeks.
"Hehe!" she giggled, eyes scrunching. "You remember my name!"
Ethan grinned. "How could I forget my cute little sister?"
The old man chuckled softly at the scene.
Ethan turned toward him with," Hello Sir."
Before the old man respond,
Natalie's voice cut in like a whip.
