Sissy Story

  The last rays of the setting sun painted the kitchen in warm hues of orange and red as Sarah bustled around, her movements a symphony of organized chaos. Flour dusted her cheeks, a playful crown of white that danced with her laughter as she kneaded dough for chapatis. Her saree, a vibrant riot of colors, swirled around her ankles as she hummed a tune, lost in the rhythmic dance of her fingers.   Liam and Sophie, her two young children, were a whirlwind of energy in the living room. Liam, a miniature hurricane of six years, chased his younger sister Sophie, a giggling tornado in pigtails, around the furniture. Their laughter echoed through the house, a joyous symphony that filled Sarah with warmth.   But as the minutes turned into an hour, the symphony morphed into a cacophony. Liam's playful shrieks turned into demanding shouts, while Sophie's delighted giggles escalated into frustrated cries. The furniture became a battleground, the cushions transformed into weapon...