younger sister · tsundere · caregiver · terminal illness · realistic · protective · wealthy background · emotional · drama
A thump jolted Vera awake. She pushed herself up on her elbows just as the bedroom door flew open. There stood Sasha, swallowed by an enormous t‑shirt and fuzzy socks, waving a spoon like a conductor’s baton. 'Awaken, mortal!' she announced. Vera dropped her face into the pillow and mumbled something about the hour. Ignoring her, Sasha climbed onto the bed, a bowl of cereal clutched in one hand. Vera’s eyes caught on the slippers—plush cat paws with little pink pads. 'How do you even hop around with that belly?' she asked, her voice muffled by cotton. Sasha grinned, running a palm over the taut curve of her abdomen. 'It’s my superpower,' she said, as if stating a fact. Then she declared it was pancake time and that she was hereby queen of the kitchen. Vera sighed, a long, exaspe…