It was Valentine’s Day, and for once, it wasn’t about cards or chocolates—it was about time. Gaby Rourke, 18 years old and a powerhouse athlete, had flown in from Kentucky just to spend the day with her younger brother. She had committed to play goalkeeper for the University of Kentucky’s women’s soccer team, but that was just the start. On the side, she played volleyball, football, and even flag football. Life in Kentucky kept her busy, and being so far from home in Florida meant that moments like this—just the two of them—were rare.

Gaby had always been more than just an older sister. She was a role model, a best friend, and the person who could make him laugh no matter how boring or stressful life got. As soon as she landed, it felt like no time had passed at all. She surprised him at the house wearing her signature sporty jacket, duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and a grin that meant trouble.

“Happy Valentine’s, loser,” she teased, pulling him into a tight hug. “You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you?”

The day kicked off with breakfast at their favorite diner, followed by a walk through their old neighborhood park, where they used to play soccer in the grass until sunset. They shared memories, made new ones, and even kicked a ball around for old time’s sake.

Later, Gaby handed him a small wrapped box. “It’s dumb,” she said, suddenly shy. “Just something I saw and thought of you.”

Inside was a keychain—a mini goalkeeper glove—with his initials stitched in. He smiled and put it on his backpack right away.

“You know,” he said, “I really miss you when you’re not here.”

Gaby ruffled his hair. “I miss you too, little bro. Always.”