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“Sis, we want to invest in a restaurant, hotel, and hospital. Do you have any recommendations?” Lawrence asked, poking his meat with his fork.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and we were grilling wagyu meat in the swimming pool area. Sunday is a family day. On this day, our house was packed with family members. My parents were busy grilling while my aunts and maternal cousins were swimming and playing in the pool.
My younger brothers and I were currently sitting on a family-size wooden table, ten meters away from the water.
“Why a restaurant?” I shifted my eyes between Lawrence and Lance. Both were sitting in front of me.
“Our family loves food. Lance also loves to cook.” Lawrence shot Lance a glance while the latter stared at me, face full of expectations.
Four years ago, the twins studied cooking with me with the addition of my mother, who was so excited we had eaten seven times that day from her sample works alone.
In my previous life, I didn’t like to cook since it took too much time. Even now, my dislike for it didn’t diminish. After learning the basics, I didn’t bother to learn the advance. Only my mother and Lance took the class.
I observed Lawrence and Lance. The smooth chubby cheek, like-water-would-come-out-of-it-when-poked, little marshmallows, teary-eyed kids were gone. They were replaced by youths who were neither skinny nor fat. They have identical clean-cut hair with few hairs falling on their forehead. Thick prominent eyebrows and lashes. Dark brown eyes, unique to us siblings. Straight and proud nose that took after my mother. Thin pinkish lips highlighted by their round face.
Similar, but not quite.
Lawrence had bright, mischievous eyes while Lance had a deep, mysterious glow. Their personality was much like their eyes.
Young, but already eye-catching.
Every day before and after school, I always caught grade-schooler girls secretly peeking over our gigantic gate. Sometimes, I even saw high schoolers pacing back and forth, hoping to encounter the twins. But to their dismay, and much to my glee, these brothers of mine didn’t seem to care about the opposite sex. They were engrossed with different ideas on how to make money even when sleeping.
We really are siblings!
A year ago, I was dead set on changing their lives and introduced them to all sorts of online businesses.
After six months, I was shocked to know that they started their Buy and Sell online and were earning large sums of money.
They realized that having their own money, they could buy whatever their heart craves without resistance from our parents, they had been dead set on making money ever since.
Never expected that my younger brothers were geniuses. After another six months, they sold the rights of their business to a large software company.
When I asked why.
“Simple, we’re lazy,” they answered in a nonchalant tone.
And that led us to these current events.
“Alright, I’ll help you search for a restaurant. But why a hotel?” I asked Lawrence.
He gave me a ‘you-should-know-it’ kind of look, a sly smile plastered on his face. “We travel a lot. Having a place to stay during those times would reduce cost, and at the same time, we’ll earn profit.” He shrugged.
My lips formed a silent ‘oh.’ I flicked my eyes at Lance, who was quiet, smiling at me the whole time. His eyes, affectionate.
“And why a hospital?” I shifted my gaze back to Lawrence.
Lawrence threw a sad look in our parents’ direction. “Mom and Dad will get old. It’s better if we have our hospital so we can have private rooms exclusive to our family’s use. Also, it’s better if the hospital is within a one-hundred-meter radius from our house.
There was salt in my eyes, and it stung in a good way.
Ahhh . . . my brothers . . . I’m so lucky to be your sister.
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