Romit, a curious 10-year-old boy with bright eyes, lies on the top bunk, gazing at the glowing moon outside. His little brother Ronak, just six and full of energy, peeks up from the lower bunk, clutching a plush astronaut toy. "Ronak, do you think we'll ever go to the moon?" "Only if we build the fastest rocket, Romit!"

Romit grips Ronak's hand as they climb into their rocket. The engines rumble and the countdown blares. "Romit, look! We're really doing it!" "Hold tight, Captain Ronak. Next stop: the moon!"

Romit leaps out, his boots making soft prints in the dusty ground. Ronak giggles, bouncing higher than ever before. Together, they plant a flag with their names, the fabric fluttering in the stillness. "Ronak, we're the first brothers on the moon!" "Let’s build a moon castle!"

Shakila, their caring mother, stands by the door, a smile tugging at her lips. "Romit! Time to wake up, sweetheart. You’ll be late for school!" From the hallway, Murad, their cheerful father, calls out. "Ronak, up and at ‘em, little astronaut!"

Romit grins, recounting every detail of his moon adventure while Ronak adds sound effects and wild gestures. "And then we bounced higher than the house! We even built a moon castle and put our flag on it." "And Romit was the captain!"

Shakila[/@ch_3] ruffles Romit’s hair and Murad winks at Ronak. The memory of the moon lingers in their smiles, making the ordinary morning feel just a little more magical. "Maybe one day you’ll really go to the moon," Shakila says, pouring juice. "And when you do, take your old dad with you!" The boys giggle, their hearts still soaring among the stars.