My first visit to Moda mall and I was excited.
I moved my gaze up and looked at the structure with its fans. The summer sun reflected its rays. Without sunglasses I was temporarily blinded but stepped into the foyer and banged on the door. Maybe the sensor of the automatic door was not working properly, but it opened after I banged on it. A bunch of guys laughed at me. I felt ashamed.
My little sister rushed in at that moment, held my hand, made me stable; all the while glaring at the guys and then we marched in.
A real life incident which happened some years back. The only fictional part is that it was my hubby who held my hands. I do not have a younger sister and it is always my better half or the son who hold my hands while I keep banging on things or doors
Written as a part of Writetribe 100 words on Saturday. The prompt this time My little sister.