Anya and Maya found themselves alone in the kitchen, the tension palpable. Maya, with her arms crossed, glared at her older sister.
"Why are you always so bossy?" Maya spat. "You act like you know everything."
Anya, taken aback by her sister's aggression, tried to remain calm. "I'm just trying to help," she replied, her voice gentle.
"Help?" Maya scoffed. "You think you can control my life? You think you know what's best for me?"
Anya sighed. She knew that her well-intentioned advice often came across as criticism. "I'm sorry if I've come across that way," she admitted. "I just want what's best for you."
Maya softened slightly. "I know," she said, her voice quieter. "But sometimes, I just need to make my own mistakes."
Anya nodded, understanding. "I know, honey. I've made my fair share of mistakes."
A moment of silence passed between them. Then, Maya broke the ice. "Can we just forget about this? Let's start over."
Anya smiled. "Of course, Maya. I love you."
Maya smiled back. "I love you too, sis."
With that, the tension between the sisters began to dissipate. They had found a way to connect, to understand each other on a deeper level.
"You're not mad about me being married?
" Not anymore, sorry I was just jealous.