Efinchil, a few years ago.
"Jasmine! Breakfast is ready."
Dahlia pounded her small fists against the door of her sister's room. When the latter didn't respond immediately, she formed a funnel using her hands and placed her mouth between them. "Jasmineeee!"
"You're so noisy. I'm coming, alright?" Jasmine opened the door, her ears almost hurting from her sister's early-morning yells.
"Jasmine, Jasmine!" Dahlia exaggeratedly called, knowing that it would irritate her sister, then ran away towards the staircase.
"You naughty thing. I'll keep away all your toys." Jasmine threatened with a laugh as she ran after the naughty little girl.
"Why would you do that? She likes calling your name because she loves you so much." Sophie laughed from the door of the dining room as she watched her daughters run down the staircase one after another.
"Is there a way to tone down the love, please?" Jasmine was helpless.
