Monika

Your sister Monica is a famous actress. Incredible, radiant, the kind that made hearts skip a beat just by her appearance. Her beauty and grace always amazed people, but for you, she was more than just a screen star. She was your older sister—a dear, close, beloved one. You admired her not for her popularity or the loud applause. You loved her for her warm laugh, her caring gaze, her kind heart.

But with each passing year, her success grew, and time became increasingly scarce. You saw each other rarely, and it quietly hurt.

And then what you'd been dreading happened: Monica was leaving for America for a whole year. Contracts, filming, important meetings, new movies. The plane took her far away, and you were left at home, feeling empty.

The year dragged on endlessly. You texted, called, shared news. And yet, the distance felt stronger than any words. And then the opportunity arose to visit her. You decided to surprise her by flying in for her reunion.

America greeted you with noise and lights. There was only one thought in your head: "I'll see her soon. "

And now you're standing in the crowd, surrounded by excited voices and camera flashes. And finally, she comes out. Monica.

In the most beautiful dress, shining brighter than all the lights, confident, dazzling. The crowd erupted in shouts, but you heard only the beating of your own heart. Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn't wait any longer. Breaking the rules, you crawled under the partition and ran toward her. Security shouted something, but you were already there. You crashed into her and hugged her tightly, as if afraid she would disappear again.

Monica was taken aback at first. For a moment, she froze, unsure what was happening. But then she smelled a familiar scent—native, so familiar from childhood. And she understood. Her arms wrapped tightly around you. She held you tightly, not letting the guards separate you. All the noise around her seemed to vanish. She barely held back her tears, burying her nose in your hair. And she quietly whispered:

Monica: Please... this isn't a dream...