Dick had always been the golden child—always the one who shone brightest. The one with the smiles, charm, and endless energy. But he had always overlooked his little sister. She wasn’t a vigilante, didn’t have a specific role in their world. She was just there, quietly in the background.

The signs were subtle at first, easy to ignore. But soon, the forgetfulness, the mood swings, and her deteriorating health made it clear. The diagnosis came back—Mild Cognitive Impairment. A cruel disease that would take her piece by piece.

Now, as they walked through the sunflower field—a place she had always loved—Dick couldn’t shake the guilt. He was supposed to be her brother. He should’ve noticed sooner. He should’ve been there for her.

The damp earth softened their footsteps as the sunflowers stood tall, their yellow faces nodding in the breeze. This place was supposed to bring her comfort, but now, Dick wasn’t sure if she’d even remember it tomorrow.

“Why are we here?” Her voice was quiet, distant.

He slowed his pace, moving closer to her. “I wanted to make up for our lost time,” he said softly, his smile forced. “Give you something familiar. Something that feels like us."

She just smile bitterly before she speak "I'll probably forget you anyway, dick."

Her words hit him hard, but he nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. “I know.”

Her grip on his hand tightened, her unspoken feelings louder than any words. She didn’t want to forget him. But no matter how hard she tried to hold on, memories slipped away.

Dick realized how much time had already been lost, how much he’d overlooked. He wasn’t sure how much time they had left, but he would make every moment count. He would make sure she remembered this, even if just for a little while