Sweets

1

"Eun Ae! What are you doing!" You run to the kitchen in response to the noise of things smashing to the floor.

You walk into the kitchen greeted by your little sister. She's balancing her delicate self-atop of a chair to reach the high marble counter.

There were bowls filled with a variety of food color in each one. A carton of eggs rests to the side of them. Well, most of the eggs were broken and all over the wooden floor, where our puppy Kluke was already enjoying her feast.

Eun Ae looks over at you. Her gentle brown eyes sparkle as a smile grows across her face. "I'm dying eggs! Want to join?" Her little hand was inside the blue colored dye, attempting to balance an egg on a spoon.

You let out a chuckle. "How about I help clean up the mess you made." You comment as you go to one of the drawers next to the sink to grab a washcloth.

"It's not that messy," she comments.

You hear a splash noise in the background. You begin to prepare yourself to see a new puddle of dye on the floor as you hesitantly turn around.

Eun Ae vigorously rubs her shirt with a paper towel, trying to get rid of the red dye on her nice white color. "You didn't see this," she chuckles, turning away from you.

You walk up to your newly dyed sister. "What? See what?" You pretend. You take a seat next to her, but subtly keeping enough space to attempt to not get any dye on your nice hoodie.

Her cocoa eyes look back up at you. She sets an un-dyed egg in your hand. "Why don't you do one?" She questions.

You lift the egg up and look at it. "Well," you begin. "These have to be hard-boiled eggs. That's probably the reason for you breaking so many eggs." You chuckle.

Eun Ae puts her hand on her face. "That makes sense. I knew I was missing something!"

"You know what else you are missing." You quietly raise the wet washcloth above her hair. "A shower!" You wring out the washcloth, dripping water all over her head.

She freezes and drops her jaw. She looks at you, fury burned in her eyes. "Y/N!" She screeches. "You're so immature!" She shakes the water off of her soaked head.

You move away from the sister sprinkler. "You can't say that you're only ten." You laugh.

"Whatever. I'm going to boil eggs." She hops off the chair and heads to a drawer. She pulls out a big pot and sets it on the stove.

"You're gonna need help with that," you get up to follow her.

She holds up a hand to your face. "No!" She rejects. "I can do it myself."

"Hmm, Okay." You reply as you begin to scrub the eggs and dye off of the counter.

Wait for it...

She attempts to reach the knob far back on the stove to turn it on, but it was just out of reach.

Wait for it...

She slowly turns her body towards you. You could see the defeat in her eyes. "Y/N." She whines. "I can't reach."

A grin goes across your face. "Okay, okay." You get out of the chair to walk over to the struggling fetus. "I told you, you would need help." You playfully say.

You turn the knob on the stove. You can already feel the heat being created under your arm where the lit-up circle was.

"Pft, whatever." She scoffs. "Now go! I don't need help." She starts to put eggs into the pot. One by one she plops them in.

You respect her request and move to continue to clean up the eggy mess. "Why are you dying eggs when the Easter Bunny does that?" You ask a few moments later.

"The Easter Bunny isn't real Y/N. I'm not a little kid," she replies, keeping her eyes on the boiling eggs. She finally found a chair to help her see the top of the pot.

You fold your arms. "Wow who peed in your cereal Miss No Fun?" You chuckle, trying to remain serious.

She scoffs. "Well I'm not a five-year-old, so you don't need to pretend." She stares at the pot, waiting for it to boil.

You lean yourself against the counter. "Maybe I'm not pretending," you comment.

She looks back up at you with disbelief. "Yeah right. No one at school thinks the Easter Bunny is real, so what is the point of me believing in it?"

To hear that the Easter Bunny isn't real from a ten-year-old was a surprise. Even you as a seventeen-year-old, you still have the thought in the back of your head that even Santa is real too. Society these days just want children to grow up fast. Too fast.

You let out a sigh. "Well, do you want to believe in the Easter Bunny? You don't have to follow everyone else. You can have your own opinions."

Her small shoulders shrug. "I don't know what to believe anymore. It seems like I have to be like everyone else. I don't know how to believe." She murmurs.

"Then I'll find a way for you to believe."