My Darling Supernova

Chapter 1

Five years ago, my life was perfect.

The television blared with excitement about some debut concert at the Grand Stadium, but my attention was drawn away by the ring of my cellphone.

"Yeah? Oh my gosh, really? What time? That's great! I'm gonna get up now. Yes. 'Kay bye. 'Love you too, mom!"

I ended the call, a rush of joy flooding through me. Mom had just informed me they were returning from their business trip in Sydney, and we'd be having a long-awaited family date before they go back again to Macau. 

Finally, I'd get to see my sister again. I missed her desperately. It had been months since our last reunion!

I dashed to the full-body mirror in my room, taking a moment to admire myself.

"You're beautiful, Yesha!" I chuckled to myself, gently tracing my chin. I twirled before the mirror, stretching a bit. It felt like a beautiful day!

Right. Time for a quick shower or I'm toast. Hahahaha.

I didn't linger in the shower, too excited to see them. I grabbed a little red dress from my dresser, a few accessories, slipped on my cream Valentino heels, and applied some lip balm. In thirty minutes, I was all glammed up and ready to roll.

I left the mansion, hit the key fob for my car, and hopped in. The maids had opened the gate for me, and I cruised out smoothly.

I drove to the classic Italian restaurant Mom had suggested. Spotting them at the third family-sized round table on the right, I waved enthusiastically and made my way over.

"Mom, Dad! Oh my, you've gotten big! Were you both pigging out lately?" I joked as I approached. "Sis! I missed you!"

"Hello, honey," Mom enveloped me in a warm hug, followed by Dad. "Sit beside your sister."

I settled into the empty seat beside my sister, Yaji. She was stunning in her white puffy dress and half-braided long wavy hair. She's smiling, beaming at me happily.

It felt like a high school reunion. It had been five years since we last saw each other! We were like best friends, always missing each other's company. 

We were so close. Many people even said we were an extraordinary family, and Yaji and I were incredibly lucky. Yes, indeed!

"Yesha," Yaji poked my cheek, "You look like you're on something. What did you take, itch cream?"

We all laughed, Mom subtly nudging Yaji's side. "Yaji, we don't use that kind of language here."

But Yaji laughed along.

"What, Mom? I was only joking! Yesha's the one out of control here. Look!" she pointed at my hair, " Even her hair's out of control. See? It wasn't combed properly," she teased, and we all shared a laugh.

I scowled and adjusted my hair, "Hey, my hair has curls, it's rebellious. Ah, forget it. You're just not updated with the latest fashion trends nowadays,"

" Girls, girls.." Dad interrupted our banter, "Maintain proper decorum. You're both too pretty to be that loud and unpoised."

"Are we that loud?" I whispered, "Sorry, Dad. It's all Yaji's fault!" I shot her a playful glare.

She rolled her eyes, "You've been loud ever since you got here, Yesha," she retorted. "And you've been noisy since birth." They all chuckled.

I pouted. "Sorry, okay? I just missed you all, especially you," I said, turning to Yaji.