"Wool blanket." Aldana Candi glanced at her sister's thin clothing. America was hotter than here, and Ellen Candi didn't bring much when she returned, still wearing summer clothes. Aldana couldn't help but say, "You should change your clothes. You're wearing too little, you'll catch a cold later."
Ellen was stunned for a moment, looking at her sister's face, her expression showing some confusion. Aldana found it strange and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ellen chuckled, shaking her head, "Nothing. It just feels like you said those words to me once before."
Aldana's knitting slowed down as she gazed at Ellen's bright and lively smile with a complex look in her eyes. Her personality had completely transformed after her identity was reshaped, but some things remained unchanged. For example, she still radiated the light of the sun. Some people are born to be noticed, no matter how they've changed.
Lowering her head, Aldana softly said, "You never liked wearing clothes."
