@_mkxlschtt: Long before either of the two girls was born, their fathers were already the best of friends. They did everything together, shared every big secret, and spent countless hours talking about the future. ‎ ‎Naturally, they both wished for the exact same thing: ‎ ‎when they grew up and had families, they wanted their children to be as close as brothers or sisters. ‎ ‎They hoped their kids would share the same unbreakable bond that had kept the two men side-by-side through all the years of their own youth. ‎ ‎When Lena was born, her father, Mr. Schuett, was filled with joy. Three years later, Mr. Taechamong welcomed his little girl, Miu, into the world. ‎ ‎Right from the moment Miu was just a tiny baby, the two fathers made sure the girls spent as much time together as possible. Every weekend, every holiday, and every free afternoon, the two families would meet up. ‎ ‎As babies, Lena and Miu shared playpens and baby toys. As toddlers, they learned to walk in the same backyards and shared their afternoon snacks. ‎ ‎Now, Lena was eight years old, and Miu was five. ‎ ‎Even though Lena was three years older, Miu followed her everywhere like a little shadow. ‎ ‎Where Lena walked, Miu ran behind. ‎ ‎What Lena picked up, Miu wanted to hold too. ‎ ‎On this warm afternoon, the two families had spent the entire day together at the Schuett home. The girls had spent hours playing in the garden, drawing pictures on the living room floor, and sharing sweet treats. ‎ ‎But the afternoon had quietly slipped into evening, and it was finally time for the Taechamong family to head back to their own house. ‎ ‎Everyone was standing outside on the front porch near the car. The sun was going down, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and pink. ‎ ‎The front door was pulled shut, and the engine of Mr. Taechamong's car was waiting to be turned on. ‎ ‎"Baby, we have to go home now," Mr. Taechamong said in a soft, gentle voice as he kneeled down next to his little girl. ‎ ‎He had already said this exact same sentence at least five or six times inside the house. He had said it while packing up Miu's small backpack, he had said it while helping her slip her shoes on, and he was saying it again now. ‎ ‎But every single time he said it, Miu simply shook her head and refused to listen. ‎ ‎Miu stood tightly on the paved driveway, her tiny fingers wrapped completely around Lena’s right hand. She held on so hard that her knuckles were almost white. ‎ ‎Soft tears were already rolling down Miu's chubby cheeks, and small, shaky gasps came from her chest. She refused to take even one single step toward her father's car. ‎ ‎Lena, on the other hand, was a very quiet eight-year-old child. She was the kind of kid who rarely cried, rarely raised her voice, and almost never showed what she was feeling on the inside. People often called her cool, calm, or distant. ‎ ‎While Miu was a storm of big feelings, Lena was like a still pool of water. ‎ ‎Right now, Lena just stood there quietly in her sneakers, her hand trapped inside Miu's tight grip. She blinked her dark eyes, looking down at the crying five-year-old beside her. ‎ ‎She had no idea what to do, what to say, or how to fix the situation. Her little face remained calm and blank, but her eyes showed a small hint of confusion as she watched her little playmate cry. ‎ ‎Mr. Taechamong reached out a hand, his heart breaking just a little bit at his daughter's sadness. ‎ ‎"Baby—" he started again, hoping to soothe her. ‎ ‎"I wanna stay with Lale!!" ‎ ‎>continuation in the comments #lenamiu #lalinalena #miunatsha #oneshot #fyp

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