As the delicious lasagna settled in their satisfied stomachs, Emma and Ethan found themselves lounging on the comfortable sofa in the dining room. Emma's mother, a picture of diligence, was at the sink, methodically washing the dishes that had been used in their delightful meal. The sound of running water and the clinking of dishes provided a soothing backdrop to the tranquil moment.
Ethan, his youthful energy ever-present, turned to his elder sister with a thoughtful expression. He had a touch of concern in his eyes as he shared his upcoming school project, scheduled for tomorrow. "Emma," he began, "I need my birth proof for the group project at school tomorrow, you know, as my identity card. But I can't seem to find it anywhere."
