Her relationship with her father was like a deep friendship—no secrets, no distance. He was always by her side, advising her, teasing her, and turning even the simplest moments into unforgettable memories. But he wasn’t the only one who surrounded her with warmth; his close friend’s son had also been there since childhood, a constant presence in her life, as if he were an extension of the beautiful times she shared with her father.

One evening, she sat in the garden, gazing at the stars, while her father’s friend’s son sat beside her, scrolling through his phone.

Smiling, he said, “You know, your father always says you’ll never grow up—you’ll always be that stubborn little girl who sneaks sweets from the kitchen.”

She chuckled softly and replied, “And were you any better? You were always the one helping me do it!”

He threw his head back in laughter, then looked at her with eyes full of unspoken meaning. “Maybe because I just wanted to spend more time with you.”