My Big Brother
“You must be Mia, right?“ The girl asked with a smile as she took a seat beside me on the swing. Though confused, I nodded my head at her.
She looked lively, with a cute smile on her lips. Her skin was fair, and her long black hair was tied in buns.
“And who are you?“ I asked politely. I did not want to have enemies for myself in this new place. So, I was very careful with how I talked to everyone.
“I am Becky,” the girl said, her lips pursed, revealing a pair of sweet dimples. I thought she was beautiful, and I could not hide that from her.
“You are beautiful, big sister,” I said as I stared at her dimples. She looked like someone who was easy to get along with.
Becky chuckled. “You have su