𖢲 The Romance of Sorcery, Hawthrone.

ㅤ Unlike my usual solo brunch, the atmosphere feels so much warm and more lively with her by my side. As we enjoy our meals, we dive into deep conversations, catching up on everything from work to family, all the little details that have filled our days lately, and laugh about the things that only sisters truly understand. ㅤ

apart from that, frankly, our hunger were starting to hint that it was time to march forward. “where would our next destination be?”

ㅤ Between points, we would take a break, laughing and teasing each other about who would win. I often challenged my little sissy by teasing her through my spins, then she responded with ever-increasing determination and sometimes making surprising returns that caught me off guard. Those moments of triumph brought a smile to Jeanne’s face, and a smile to mine in return. It wasn’t just about winning, it was also about strengthening our bonds, creating memories that would last long. ㅤ

ㅤ When I got to the tennis court, it turned out that Jeanne and her friends were already there. They waved their hands while showing their cheerful smiles as I walked into the court. It was so refreshing to see familiar faces and the energy of the game was buzzing in the air before we even started the game. Jeanne and I jumped into a few matches, and I could feel the thrill coming back—the excitement and just the pure joy of playing. We spent the match time laughing out of our lungs and cheering each other on. After a few fun rounds, I couldn’t wait any longer—I grabbed my phone and called my husband right away. I had to tell him how much fun I was having, how happy I felt, and how grateful I was for this little escape. It was such a perfect reminder of how important it is to take time for yourself, even when life feels overwhelming. ㅤ

i. social scene, my tennis prowess the fitness routine i had been truly planning for ages eventually came to fruition. the scorching dawn of the first day of the week was positively rejuvenating. steering to the open tennis courts. i wasn’t alone, i invite along my precious sibling, Jolene to get enrolled in our sweat session. swinging the racket with punchy smashes that left our opponents gasping for breath, “a solid defense strategy, i can tell” was the phrase Jolene repeated throughout the match. within the competitive spirit, i refused to be outplayed. we rang intensely for a good while, chasing down every serve and applauses as we returned high-flying balls with intensity.