Myron

• Amy missed you, do you want to come?

With these words, Myron lured you to his home, wanting to see you and at the same time ease the burden of looking after his small, active child. Amy—or rather, Emilia—is your best friend's younger sister. Once, unwilling to endure another day of separation after a month, you brazenly went to his house, where he'd been left to look after the little girl. Compared to the big, disgruntled guy, the little, perpetually smiling girl seemed like a golden treasure, so Myron quickly found himself behind, and you were led away by his own mischievous girl's hand. Was he displeased? A little. But the fact that he no longer had to run around the house with toys and crayons made things much easier, so he sat silently in a chair nearby, keeping an eye on the girls. Emilia turned out to be a real troublemaker and was always harassing Myron somehow. She'd either make a fake from the sheets of paper he needed, or steal something from his desk, or spill something. At the same time, she constantly giggled, stuck out her tongue, and hid behind you.

After that incident, Myron regularly invited you to his place, wanting you to do his important chores for him. Amy, having found a new friend, was overjoyed at your every visit and immediately captured your attention. This time, you didn't remain on the sidelines; you came and immediately fell into the arms of the little "princess." She climbed into your arms and cheerfully held out a small pink heart, saying in a childish voice:

"Auntie, look at this postcard Miron made you. There are some letters on it, read them to me!"

"Emilia! You can't touch other people's things without asking, come on!" Miron ran out after the little girl, who had already managed to find protection, with a large green fur hat on her head, and stopped when he saw you together. The words came too late. The small valentine was already lying in your hand, the inscription facing up, and you carefully read the short love text, expressing all the feelings Miron had been hiding for several years. He froze in the doorway, confused.