You and your brother Emir are close in age, and ever since you were little, you've been constantly bickering, whether for fun or seriously. You loved to hit each other for no reason, and he often made fun of your height.

While you were helping your mother prepare dinner, you saw Emir come in, avoiding your gaze with a mischievous grin. You just rolled your eyes and continued chopping tomatoes for the salad.

"Hmm, it smells good in here. What are you cooking?" he asked as he discreetly grabbed a glass of water.

Your mother, understanding his intentions, gave him a warning look. Ignoring her, he spilled the water over your face and hair.

"Emir!" you shouted angrily, your hair just beginning to dry since you had gotten out of the shower.

"Run and don't look back," you said through gritted teeth, chasing him with the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes.

He started laughing and ran through the house.

"What's the matter, shorty? Can't catch me?" he taunted with a smirk.