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Im so stressed that I seek solace to my little sister.

Celiza and her little sister, Bliss, ventured into their secret hideaway—a hidden treehouse nestled high in the branches of a majestic oak tree. The treehouse, a sanctuary of their imaginations, was adorned with colorful ribbons and twinkling lights. Giggles filled the air as they climbed up the ladder, their anticipation growing with every step.

Once inside, their eyes widened with delight at the magical scene before them. The treehouse was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, with cushions and blankets strewn about, creating a cozy retreat. Sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy, casting dappled patterns on the wooden floor, as if nature itself had joined in their playful adventure.

Celiza, her curly auburn hair bouncing with each step, clapped her hands excitedly. “Bliss, are you ready for some enchanting fun?”

Bliss, her bright blue eyes shining with anticipation, nodded eagerly. She clutched her favorite stuffed bun