The late afternoon sun bathed our home in a warm, golden light. The faint aroma of spices wafted through the air as Ai hummed softly, busy in the kitchen. She was preparing dinner, her gentle hands moving gracefully as she chopped vegetables and stirred pots. Natsumi, sitting cross-legged on the living room couch, was engrossed in her favorite Anime.
"Ai-Onee-chan, what are you cooking today?" Natsumi called out, her voice filled with curiosity.
"Teriyaki chicken and steamed vegetables," Ai replied warmly, her tone laced with love. "Your favorite."
Natsumi grinned, her eyes lighting up. "Yay! You're the best!"
"And don't you forget it," Ai teased playfully, turning back to her work.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Ai paused, glancing toward the living room. "Natsumi, could you get the door? It's probably your Onii-Chan."
