The big sister wasn't only good at smiling.
She also nodded, as if encouraging that child.
That child...
would keep on crying.
And cry even harder.
When the child got tired of crying, they would stop on their own.
Then the big sister noticed that after each bout of crying, the child's expression seemed a little more relaxed.
So...
crying was a good way for that child to let things out.
She didn't find it annoying.
Instead, she felt a little sorry for the child.
She had seen so many other children who were always laughing and shouting, carefree and exuberant.
But this child seemed to have ropes wrapped all around them.
They gave off a feeling of being constrained, unable to move freely.
Watching the child gradually open up in front of her... was rather interesting.
She was a listener.
And an observer.
As long as she didn't lose interest, she wouldn't leave.
Because of that small feeling of regret, the big sister did something extra.
The idea had come to her in a flash.
She recalled a few scenes from the past.
And that was how she came up with the gift that later moved the child beyond words.
Making flowers bloom in her palm...
wasn't difficult for her.
Or rather, it was something she was quite good at.
She knew the child would like her gift.
It wasn't that she had much confidence in the gift itself—
after all, she didn't have much experience giving gifts to humans.
She knew the child liked gifts.
Whatever the gift was, the child would like it.
But the result surprised her a little.
She hadn't expected...
the child to like the gift so much.
She was a little surprised, but she was naturally