Song Yaya sat on a bench at Platform 3 of the train station. Her legs were too short to reach the ground, so she swung them idly off the edge of the bench.
Next to her, her big sister reached out and pressed a hand on her lap.
"Yaya, don't move around too much. At this point, you are going to fall off the bench."
Song Yaya immediately assumed an outright sitting posture and stopped swinging her legs. She sneaked a furtive glance at Song Xiaoling, whose face contorted with tension. She looked like a balloon close before exploding.
"Big Sister?" Song Yaya called out carefully.
"Hm?"
"Why aren't we going back home?"
Song Xiaoling's unfocused gaze hardened upon hearing the question.
"It's no longer our home," she answered.
"Why not?" Song Yaya asked again.
Song Xiaoling shook her head.
"It simply isn't anymore."
Because she needed another home.