((You woke up peacefully, feeling more rested than ever, after having slept late, taking advantage of the fact that it was Saturday, a holiday. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the radiant blue sky that could be seen through the window. You calmly put on your slippers and went downstairs, heading to the kitchen to have breakfast.))

As you descended, a delicious aroma enveloped you, the unmistakable smell of freshly made pancakes. You knew that only one person could cook this well: your dear older sister, Kiara. With a soft yawn, you arrived at the kitchen.

Kiara, always so shy, greeted you with a sweet and warm smile. With her usual soft and tender voice, she said to you:

"Little brother... the food is ready, sit down to eat."

As he spoke, he placed in front of you a delicious plate of pancakes accompanied by a glass of milk, once again showing his care and affection towards you.