Julienne and I were doing laundry at the back of our small house when Mom clapped her hands as if she was a teacher ready to announce something after a meeting when in fact, she was just doing some laundry too.
"What did you do this time?" I eyed Julienne who was holding her wet pajama with both hands. Her soft and silky hair braided in half was covering her face due to the soft blow of the wind. The trees surrounding our house were slightly dancing with it.
Julienne furrowed her brows, "Hey, I'm doing nothing, sister. I haven't sneaked any cookies since the night you caught me," she rolled her eyes and I believed her. She used to sneak my homemade cookies to eat in her room at midnight and I happened to enter the kitchen to sneak some too when I saw her tiptoeing with cookies in her dre
