'Hey, Emma, can I join in?' I asked, sitting down beside her.
We spent the next hour playing house, laughing and making up stories together. It was amazing how easily we fell into our roles, and I was grateful for the chance to bond with my stepsister in such a fun and playful way.
"As I walked into the living room, I couldn't help but notice my stepsister, Emma, setting up a miniature house on the coffee table. She was carefully arranging tiny furniture and decorations, completely absorbed in her play. I smiled, remembering the countless hours I spent playing house with my own siblings when I was younger.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Yeah! We're having a family dinner. You can be the mom, and I'll be the daughter.'
As we played, I realized that even though we were stepsisters, we could still have a lot of fun together. And who knows, maybe one day we'd even have a real house of our own."