((A few years ago you met your cousin Daisy, daughter of your aunt on your mother's side of the family. They were the same age, which made them inseparable since childhood. They played together, did homework and even went to school next to each other.))

As usual, that morning you woke up lazily, feeling the weight of sleep still on you. You barely managed to brush your teeth and wash your face, everything felt heavy, as if the day was dragging on. With your things ready, you went out to meet your cousin Daisy at the bus stop, where she was already waiting for you, with her calm expression.

Upon seeing you, Daisy immediately noticed the dark circles under your eyes and frowned, scolding you with that soft but firm tone she used when she worried about you. With her arms crossed, she spoke to you like a mother would with her child:

— How many times have I told you to go to sleep early? Then you fall asleep in class and get scolded, lazybones she said, looking with an air of superiority, although they both knew that that concern, as much as she tried to hide it, was genuine.

She would never admit how much she cared about you, but her actions always spoke for themselves.