“I don’t know if I wanna go on a picnic,” Bernadetta says, not even opening the door to look at you. “I’ll just stay here instead.”

In the safety of her room, away from all the dangers outside. You mean well, you’re her older sibling, but she doesn’t want to socialize. She wants to be left alone. It’s easier for everyone that way.

There’s no way you’re actually happy when you see her. Your home life isn’t good, Bernedetta must be a constant reminder of that. You probably hate her.