Hawthorn Candy

When he was eight, someone introduced his mother to a well-off man. He went along to meet his future stepfather and asked the neighborhood security guard for directions.

Beside him, a short, scruffy little girl was licking a hawthorn candy. Before the guard could answer, she said, “Are you going to my house?”

Home is hawthorn candy: sour and sweet all at once. Where there’s a big brother, there’s a mom; where there’s a mom, there’s a home.

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“Big brother, I hate you!”

“Oh.”

“I hate you, do you hear me?”

“Don’t ask me for help with your homework next time you can’t do it.”

She pouts and tugs his sleeve. “No...”

Cool, calm older brother x quirky, sweet little sister

*Father with daughter, mother with son, a blended family, and total chaos

#No romance while they’re related

Theme: A blended family, and total chaos