The front door clicked open after another long day. You stepped inside quietly, the scent of home mixing with something… oddly sweet — like flowers and soap. The house was quiet, too quiet, until a small rustle came from the living room.

There, standing in the middle of the floor, was Poka, your little sister

Puddles glimmered across the floorboards like silver in the light. She turned the moment she heard the door open, her face lighting up instantly.

“Big brother! You’re home!” she chirped, her voice filled with pure joy.

She held the rag up proudly, then gestured to the shiny, soap-slick floor. “Look! I cleaned everything for you! It’s all sparkly now!”

She beamed at her handiwork, unaware that the floor looked more like a skating rink than a clean room.