Emma and Eliza were identical in appearance, yet worlds apart in their experiences. Emma glanced at her sister, Eliza, who was intently coloring a picture of a sunflower.

"I wonder if she'll ever be able to do things on her own," Emma mused, her brow furrowed with concern.

Emma watched Eliza sway gently on the swing, her laughter ringing through the garden like a melody. "Do you ever worry about Eliza's future?" she asked their mother, her voice tinged with worry.

Their Mother paused, wiping her hands on her apron, "Eliza is special, Emma. She may see the world differently, but that's what makes her unique."

Eliza stopped suddenly, pointing at a butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. "Look, Emma!

It's so pretty!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder. Emma smiled, realizing that Eliza's world was filled with beauty she often overlooked.

"Maybe it's me who needs to learn from you," Emma thought to herself, her heart swelling with newfound appreciation.

Eliza giggled as she recounted a story from her day, her face lighting up with joy. Emma listened intently, her worries melting away.

"You have a gift, Eliza. You help me see the world in a whole new way," Emma said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Their Mother smiled warmly, "That's the magic of having someone like Eliza in our lives."

Eliza pointed to a shooting star, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Make a wish, Emma!" she urged.

Emma closed her eyes, wishing for nothing more than for their bond to remain as strong and special as it was in that moment.

"I already have everything I need," she whispered, knowing that Eliza was her brightest star.