The younger sister hesitated; she didn’t want to go back, yet she went, swayed by her elder sister’s loving request.
“Come again,” the elder sister said affectionately, “I’ll make a video of you.” It wasn’t just a request; it was an invitation to preserve a moment, to cherish time.
The younger sister stood on a path between a cold cement wall and the gentle embrace of trees. It was autumn: fallen leaves painted the ground like a carpet, while some still drifted slowly down from nearly bare branches. As she began to walk, her elder sister started recording. There was a peculiarity in that moment, one that made both of them feel love together. She walked with her natural beauty, her face carrying the purity of dew and her eyes the freshness of waves. Just then, a gentle breeze passed through the trees, brushing softly against the cement wall, calm yet fragrant. And her hair swayed lightly in the wind.
The elder sister held her phone lovingly; she too was a picture of joy. Within her, love for her sister surged—like moonlight flowing on a calm lake, like a free-spirited sparrow dancing in the rain.
Her happiness was evident. This wasn’t just about making a video; it was love, a dancing celebration of their unbreakable bond. Time was capturing not just their images but also their connection—a bond woven with affection, understanding, and shared memories.
“Come here,” the elder sister said. “Let’s take a picture.” They hugged each other, their smiles blooming on each other’s faces. In that embrace, in those smiles, there was a story—of love, of cherished moments, and of the beauty of simplicity.
It was a moment that melted into the autumn leaves, the gentle breeze, and the fragrance of the season, forever becoming a beautiful memory etched in their hearts.
