The Day He Called Me Sister

When I reached home that day, I thought the drama was finally over. My feet were sore, my brain fried, and my soul slightly bruised from yet another run-in with royalty and his minions.

But then... I saw him.

Sitting quietly in front of my gate, legs pulled up to his chest, head down — like he was waiting, hoping. The boy I’d saved yesterday.

I blinked. “Hey… are you waiting for me?”

He looked up, startled at first. But his eyes softened as soon as he saw me.

“Yes,” he said, shyly. “I wanted to thank you… for saving me.”

His voice was small. Unsure. It kind of reminded me of someone I used to be.

I smiled and walked closer. “You didn’t have to come all the way here for that. But… thank you. Wanna come inside?”

He nodded quietly.

“Oh, and by the way,” I added, “what’s your name?”

He hesitated, then said, “I’m… Abir.”

“Abir,” I repeated, testing it on my tongue. “Nice name. I’m Lucy. Let’s go inside.”

We entered the house, and I dropped my bag by the door. My body was tired, but I still walked straight to the fridge and grabbed two ice creams — the only flavor left.

When I came back to the living room, he was sitting on the edge of the couch, back straight like he didn’t want to mess anything up.

I handed him the ice cream and sat beside him.

“Hey, I didn’t know what flavor you liked,” I said, holding up the chocolate ones. “This is all I’ve got. Hope it’s okay.”

He took it gently. “Thank you... It’s fine, really.”

“So,” I leaned in with a grin, “what flavor do you actually like? So next time, you’ll get your favorite.”

He gave the tiniest smile. “Vanilla.”

“Vanilla boy, got it,” I nodded like it was a mission. “Next time, I’ll have vanilla waiting for you.”

He looked at me — not with surprise, but with this soft disbelief, like kindness was something he wasn’t used to.

“So,” I said, gently, “tell me, Abir. Why were they bullying you yesterday?”

He looked down. His fingers tightened around the melting wrapper of the ice cream.

“I… belong to the DIL family,” he said quietly. “You know… the richest family in K City. Everyone already hates me before I even say anything. They think I’m some spoiled rich brat who uses money to control people.”

His voice cracked a little. “But I’m not like that… I’ve always tried to be nice. I don’t fight back. I don’t want to be like those rich kids who treat others like trash. But… the more I stay quiet, the more they bully me.”

I stared at him for a second, my heart unexpectedly tightening.

I’d seen confidence in his eyes yesterday — when he stood up, broken and bruised. But now I was seeing the truth. He wasn’t weak. He was tired.

“Then why don’t you fight back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated. “Because if I fight… then I’ll become exactly like them. I don’t want to be like that. I want to be a good person.”

That’s when I knew: this kid wasn’t like the others. Not like Lucky. Not even close.

“Abir,” I said carefully, “you know why they hate you?”

“Because I’m rich,” he replied, bitterness creeping in.

“No,” I said. “They hate you because it’s easier than facing you. It’s easier to kick someone when they’re down than admit you’re scared they’ll get back up.”

He looked at me, eyes wide.

“You don’t need to go around punching people,” I continued, “but if someone tries to push you around just because you don’t fight back — then show them. Not with your fists, but with your strength. So next time they try, they’ll think a hundred times.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded slowly.

“You’re right,” he whispered. “I am nice. But if they keep crossing the line… I can’t stay silent forever. Thank you, sister.”

“Sister?” I smiled.

“Can I call you that?” he asked, his face lighting up for the first time.

“Of course,” I said, wrapping my arms gently around him in a side-hug. “I’d love to have a little brother.”

He grinned, shy but full of warmth. “Thank you, sister.”

After a moment, he stood. “It’s getting late. I should go back.”

“You’re right,” I said, walking him to the door. “Just remember this, Abir. Face your fears. Break your limits. And you’ll shine like a star. No one — no one — gets to decide your worth. You hear me?”

“I’ll do my best, sister!” he beamed.

We walked to the gate together, and I watched him disappear down the road until I couldn’t see him anymore.

When I closed the gate and leaned against it, I let out a soft breath.

Abir…

That boy reminded me too much of myself — the version of me no one saw. The one who stayed quiet when the world was loud. The one who cried alone at night and wore a brave face by morning.

And now?

I had the chance to do for him… what no one ever did for me.

I don’t know if Lucky and Abir are really from the same family, but if they are — they couldn’t be more different.

Lucky wears his crown like a threat.

Abir wears his heart like a shield.

And this time, I won’t let anyone break that heart.

This time… I’ll protect him.

Because some promises are made with words.

But this one?

I made it with my soul.!

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