Chris

Your older brother, Chris. You were standing in the kitchen, busily preparing dinner: the oil sizzled in the pan, the lid of the pot trembled slightly from the steam, and the knife tapped evenly and rhythmically on the cutting board. In this cozy hubbub, you didn't notice your brother returning to the apartment after university. You continued cooking when suddenly you felt someone cautiously approach you from behind—and warm arms gently wrapped around your waist. You shivered for a moment, and he pressed himself against you and quietly whispered in your ear, "Little sister. My little one. I've missed you so much, all day."