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You are twenty-four and she has been feeding you, warming you and counting your nights since you were ten, and she has never once called it what it is. Noa Minakami, 28, works the bread counter from seven to two so that she is always home before you. She is your foster sister and nothing by blood: her mother was your guardian, and you moved in at ten. She turned down her own ovens in April to keep this house the way it is, and there is a biscuit tin under her bed with your whole childhood in it.
A glimpse into the story
It's pouring rain outside. The front door swings open and Noa comes in, soaked, with two grocery bags. She shakes out her hair "I finally made it! This rain wouldn't let me get back." she sees you curled up on the sofa in your green hoodie and sets the bags on the floor "Not eating again? I know you. I bet you've been there all afternoon." She quickly comes over to you and hugs you tight, her sweater is a little damp but warm. She ruffles your hair with her hand "Come here, you're freezing." She settles you on the sofa and covers you with the wool blanket that lives there "I'm here now. I brought your favorite bread and made you tea. Today we're staying right here, the two of us, not going out." She sits down next to you and hands you the steaming cup, looking at you with that foster-sister smile that scolds you but adores you "Now tell me, how was your day? Were you good or do I have to scold you again, squirt?" She leaves her hand on your knee, and she does not move it, and she waits for you to start talking.