,, I bumped into this girl that had the same long under lashes as you. She looked like a female version of you haha. ''
,, Wait. What? What do you mean she's your sister? ''
──In which the Itoshi brothers had a little sister no one knew about.
|Itos...
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It was never a surprise that people would forget that I exist. I mean, with two talented older brothers, it was bound to happen anyway. Two older brothers who shine so brightly, causing me to dim away in the background.
I was the yin to their yang. Except they took away the white from my yin and turned me completely pitch black.
Throughout my entire life it was either being compared to them or being forgotten, nothing in-between. Throughout those years, I just learned to accept the fact that I will always be seen as the 'untalented sibling'.
Do I care though? No. Not really.
...
Okay, kinda.
As I awkwardly stand here beside my mom, I can do nothing but glance at anywhere but the woman talking, deciding that the plant next to us was far more interesting than making eye contact. She's an old friend of my mom, I assume.
I don't know how I got here, all I know is that my mom suddenly pulled me closer to her and before I knew it, I was being included in their talk about what has been happening in their lives. At one point they started talking about their highschool, adding proof to my irrelevant little theory about them being old friends.
When my mom started talking about me, I brace for the question that has always been asked everytime she does.
"Hm? Who's that?" The woman, who seemed to be in her early 40s, asked.
Yup. There it is.
"She's my youngest! I thought you knew that already?" My mom questioned with a raised brow.
"Oh, really? I thought you only had those two boys. Speaking of them, didn't they-" And with that, the woman had completely disregarded me and my presence as a whole as she and my mom continued their chatter, which was mostly filled with compliments directed towards my brothers.
Not that I have a problem with that. It's just that these situations get so repetitive I tend to get annoyed.
I'm not annoyed at the fact that no one acknowledges me, I'm just annoyed at the fact that I always have to find some way to get out of these awkward situations.
Turning my attention away from the two conversing women, I start walking away. To where? I don't know. I just feel that they might appreciate it if I gave them some alone time to continue their little reunion.
Walking around the park, I take notice of the ambience that filled the place. The greens from the grass and trees, and the mixtures of vibrant colors from the flowers painted the whole scenery, giving anyone who saw it no choice but to bask in it's refreshing and calming atmosphere. The slight breeze adding on to the experience.
I'm not surprised that there are a lot of people in and around the place, especially since it's a saturday. With no thoughts in mind, I glance around at the people and continue letting my legs unconsciously take me wherever as I walk around with no specific place to go to.
While walking, I didn't notice the children running towards my direction.
"Oomf!"
Hearing the muffled voice from under me, I immediately look down only to see one of the children trying his best not to fall-and probably land on his bottom- from bumping into me.
When the situation finally clicked, I quickly grabbed his small forearm, successfully bringing him up to stand up straight again. As soon as he sets his eyes on me, I immediately ask, "Are you alright?"
It was silent for a moment. And in those few seconds I swear I thought he was gonna start crying. But he didn't. Instead, he started smiling again, just like how he did when I saw him playing around while I mindlessly looked at people.
"Yeah! I'm fine! Sorry miss." He expressed.
"It's alrig-"
"Hey! C'mon let's continue playing!" One of the kids he was with interrupts.
Only then did I become aware of the soccer ball he was holding.
And in that moment, flashes of my childhood started flooding my mind, filling my thoughts with continuous memories like the never ending flow of a waterfall. Memories of playing soccer with my brothers and walking home together from school. Memories filled with smiles, tears, laughter.
OH. And the popsicles. God, the popsicles that Sae-nii always got us. I swear they tasted ten times better.
Actually, I'm craving one right now.
My phone began to ring, snapping me out my thoughts. Looking at the caller ID, my face contorts to something similar to that of surprise and incredulousness.
Speak of the devil.
Bringing the phone closer to my ear, I greet, "Hey Sae-nii! what's up..?"
