Love Pentagon
As always, she was smiling.
Vicki was my twenty three years old younger sister. As everyone could tell, she was pretty, maybe even prettier than me. Of the three children in the family, she was the tallest, having a height of 5"10. Also, she was the most cheerful one in the family, and in fact, she was my best friend. Though she could be really annoying sometimes, I cherished her so much.
Suddenly, for some reason, her smile got wiped off. "Sis, you're okay? Don't tell me you've been crying."