PRETTY DELICIOUS

Diane’s P.O.V.

These were merely paper dolls and toy houses by Denise. It would only be a year before she finally became a teenager, but she was still fond of playing these.

“No worries. Denise might say that I am not fulfilling my promise as her new big bro. Hmm, but may I know what you are working on? I mean, the one you are finishing earlier?” he curiously questioned me with light wrinkles on his forehead as he gave me some of the paper dolls.

“Ah, that? Our documentary thesis,” I replied. “What’s left is just double-checking of wordings, computations, and I would be all set. However,...