“Baby?? Where on earth are you!” she exclaimed, a hint of impatience in her voice as she deftly applied her makeup in front of the mirror, preparing for the big FIFA game that they had all been looking forward to.

In the adjacent room, Eliana and Sunday were busy assembling their outfits, each turning to the mirror to check their looks. Their mother, ever the multitasker, was seated at the sewing machine, focused on adjusting Sunday’s pants to achieve the perfect fit. Meanwhile, their father was lounging in a chair, casually clipping his nails, the rhythmic snip echoing through the house.

“Dad, I can clearly hear you clipping your nails! We’re going to be late for the falcon,” she called out, the urgency in her tone reflecting her excitement for the day’s events.

Noah, Eli’s boyfriend, was diligently taking on the role of cameraman, his camera rolling as he vlogged the entire preparation process, capturing every moment of their chaotic yet exhilarating lead-up to the game.