Argument

"Brother, you're finally back!" Gina exclaimed, her head snapping up towards the door the moment I stepped inside. With a beaming smile, she rushed over to me and embraced me tightly, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and relief wash over me as I hugged her back. As we pulled apart, I couldn't help but ask, "Where is Mom?".

Gina's mischievously grinned as she replied, "She's right behind you." I let out an exasperated sigh, not in the mood for any playful games. "Did she go out to fetch water?" I asked wearily, hoping to get a straight answer.

"No," Gina shook her head before she could finish her sentence. But before she could respond, a familiar voice interrupted us from behind, and a tall figure emerged from the shadows, walking towards us.

"Gina quit playing games with your brother and bring the fruits. It's time for dinner," my mother said sternly, locking her gaze with mine. "We need to talk," she added, her tone leaving no room for argument.