"I don't understand."
As 11-year-old Isla felt confusion from her sister's obsession with her new crush, a small voice escaped her mouth, "What is love, Sister?"
But just like any other interesting circumstance, Ava first opened it with a beautiful cheery laugh.
[Ehehehe, I'm sorry, my dearest Isla. I must've been an incessant presence for you these days because of how hopelessly swooned I was.]
Isla couldn't help but want to laugh, too, at how bubbly her sister was. She indeed looked hopelessly swooned.
Just like usual, Isla then smiled and propped her chin with her hand on the table in preparation for Ava's answer to her question. This was her favorite part...
...when her sister, Ava, would overexplain something that could be answered with short words.
But this time, she was wrong.
[You inquired of me what love is? Truth be told, even I find myself befuddled by it.]
