You loved your older sister dearly, like, literally, but for whatever reason she had, she didn't like you. It was a normal sister thing. Two baddie sisters, don't like each other.

In Jazzy's eyes, you were annoying and trying to be like her, but to you, you just liked looking up to her.

"Siempre quiero copiar mi flujo, pendeja." Jasmine rolled her eyes and fixed her acrylics. She still loved you, just wished you were "original".