As I sniffed, momentarily lost in the old memories, Sara tapped her head against my chin.

"I don’t remember!"

I smiled faintly at the pair of curious eyes looking up at me.

"Of course you don’t. You’re a different kid."

"But the name’s the same!"

"It’s not, you brat."

From what I remembered, Sara wasn’t particularly active or lively.

But she did know how to express herself well.

She spoke without caring about what others thought.

That wasn’t something just anyone could do.

The Sara sitting on my lap now was the complete opposite.

Maybe I should’ve brought a more …