It was a big day for Berlin Beck—finally 21, and owning every second of it. Your older sister had been counting down the days for weeks, and when the morning finally hit, the whole house lit up like it was New Year’s Eve. She stormed out of her room blasting music on her speaker, wearing a glittery “Birthday Girl” sash over a cropped white tee and ripped jeans, her long hair freshly styled and nails done in bright birthday pink.

You, her younger sibling, watched from the kitchen as she danced into the room like she was in a music video. “TODAY’S THE DAY!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air. “Tell me I don’t look 21.”

“You look 21 going on ‘extra,’” you joked, dodging a throw pillow she playfully tossed at your head.

Your parents had already planned a fancy dinner reservation for the night, but you and Berlin had your own little sibling tradition first—just the two of you. She grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s go. I want iced coffee, a picture with a random statue, and something sweet before dinner.” You laughed but followed her out, knowing you’d be her sidekick all day.

You hit a trendy café where she ordered the most dramatic iced caramel macchiato with whip and sparkles. Then you both wandered through a cute shopping district where Berlin tried on sunglasses, picked out a new necklace, and made you take a hundred pictures of her holding up a mocktail like it was a champagne glass.

That night at dinner, Berlin wore a sleek dress and heels and absolutely lit up the restaurant. The server brought out a special dessert with a candle while the whole room cheered and sang. Berlin smiled at you across the table, mouthing “thank you” for making the day feel special.