Seven year old Alicia’s face contorted with fury and she pushed her younger brother Alex into the sunflower bed.
“I hate you!” she screamed, running away.
Years later brother and sister stood near the same flowerbed.
“Those were the days, uh?” said Alicia.
Both smiled at each other. They’d fought, hit, kicked but always made up. They’d played detective together, buried ‘treasure’ and played harmless pranks on the neighbours. Every Christmas they’d open their presents at exactly the same time. Their bond only grew stronger with time and Alex was more like an elder brother to Alicia, though she’d never admit it.
Now, Alicia was getting married and moving away, Alex got a job across town, Dad had retired and was taking Mum on a cruise. Life was wholly taking over this family.
Alicia gave Alex a friendly push towards the sunflowers, he obliged by letting himself fall, but before he landed into the flowerbed, Alicia caught his hand and arrested his descent.
Distance would have no effect on the love between brother and sister.