My Sisters are Strange

For the sisters who are perfect from head to toe, the only blemish is me.

So I am used to a life of being ignored and humiliated by my sisters…

One day, my sisters became strange.

Running late at night in their pajamas, hugging me, crying, and trying to stay with me.

Worrying about my health.

With bright smiles and worried gazes towards me, it’s so unfamiliar.

They are not the sisters I know.

“From now on, only trust your big sisters. Let’s live happily with big sisters forever.”

There’s no way my sisters would say things like this to me…?

…As expected, my sisters are strange!

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In the temple where I run away from my strange sisters, I meet a man who seems familiar even though it’s the first time we meet.

He is my first friend, a precious person, and a gentleman that I fall in love with.

I hope my heart will connect with him.

Until the man has some of his parents’ mementos.

“Daisy, unfortunately, I’ve never said we met for the first time.”

He looks at me who is confused and whispers in my ears.

“You’re afraid you won’t remember. Don’t worry too much.”

A very sweet and calm voice.

“I am confident in waiting.”

And it’s a terribly kind, distant answer.