Would you like a version where Zora and Mirella are friends instead of sisters, or one focused on a different challenge (like bullying, school stress, or sharing)?
Zora’s lip began to tremble. “It’s gone forever,” she whispered.
That afternoon, Zora finished the cape. But before putting it on Mr. Whiskers, she took Mirella’s hand and pressed the button into her palm.
“Mirella!” Zora called. “I lost the special button. The rainbow one from Grandma.”
So instead of ignoring her, Mirella put down her pencil. “Okay, show me where you last had it.”
Zora was seven years old and very small for her age, but she had a huge imagination. Her older sister, Mirella, was thirteen—practically a grown-up, in Zora’s eyes. Mirella had homework, secrets, and a phone that buzzed with messages from friends Zora didn’t know.