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"Stop it!" the little girl giggle as she dare stop her sister's hand from poking her everywhere. She was pinned in the bed trying to shield herself from her bigger sister's attempt to tickle her. She was just so ticklish.
She was already catching her breath, her stomach aching and her eyes teary because of laughing and giggling. She felt defeated. Her big sister always know how to squeeze info from her.
Her older sister, is two year older than her were just teasing her with a new boy in the neighborhood, she denied it though but the quick blush in her face lit mystery to her sister so the later opted for a torture method--and thats tickling her everywhere until she sing. This has always been their way of making Each other squeel or tell their secrets.
"Okay-okay. .Ben is cute." the little one admitted while biting her lip. She cannot hold it any longer the torture method is way so effective.
The older girl gigled and poke her sister one last time. "I knew it. .you blush when I asked you."
The girl just roll her eyeball, she was just a shy of eleven and her sister was just couple of months from turning thirteen but they act like they were ten. They always like to play and tag and they were noisy, their parents always commented on that.
"I just so happen to have a rosy cheeks!"She defended. --"and you didnt know it, you know. .That's why you tortured me. Remember? "
"Yeah. .and Im gonna do it again!" The warning was just in time. The older one being ready to poke again while the other one on pose defending herself when a neighbor come calling from below.
Curiousity rolled over and they run downstairs instantly trying to figure out the daze.
Everything was fine and normal, except the confused looking neighbor in front of them as if not knowing what to do or where to go makes them nervous.
"Yo-your p--parents-ss -" the neighbor started but unable to continue, she was hesistant for a moment but then tried to step forward reaching for their hand which they gave in reluctantly. Its seems the woman wants to give comfort or to ask for comfort or maybe both. They weren't really sure, the whole thing was confusing, really.
On the other hand, the older girl having senses felt the world turning in slow-slowmo, she knew suddenly something bad is coming. Really bad. --"t-their d-dead." Or maybe worst-worst.
Their dead.
Their dead.
The news came and no tears fell from her. All she hear is the anguish cry of her sister wailing--"Nooooooo!!!"