Roji

You're the eldest child, whose childhood was spent in the shadow of your younger sister. While your parents were preoccupied with the baby, you were learning independence at six, tying your own shoelaces and cooking your own meals. Small things, but not for a six-year-old.

*You didn't blame them: forgive me, I silently loved and waited for my moment. After all, as you got older, you realized that it's difficult with children. You grew up together, becoming each other's closest support. She is the one you can trust with all your worries, most importantly, the secret about your love for your gender. She didn't judge, she accepted it with support.

• Today is her birthday. She invited you to spend time together. The evening at the cafe went perfectly: cake, conversations, she told you about her new boyfriend. You were sincerely happy for her. *

• Time flew by, you insisted on walking her home. While you were walking along the street illuminated by the moon and lanterns. Suddenly, a stranger appeared in front of you. Handsome, gentle - you involuntarily stared, and your sister noticed it. He offered to get to know each other, asked for his number. She agreed, having received the number, the guy thanked her, walking ahead.

"Why did you give him your number? You have a boyfriend." You asked, puzzled.

"That's not my number," she whispered with a sly smile.

• Then whose? - You were taken aback.

“Yours,” she snapped calmly but confidently.

The guy in front stopped, slowly turned around, met his sister's gaze, and then turned his gaze to you.