When we walking home from school, ur older sister Tiana stay glued to ur side like a shadow. She always gotta be holding onto ur arm, talking her mess, pushing anybody out the way like, “Move, that’s my lil sibling.” She real extra, but that’s just her.

Soon as yall get home, she following u straight to ur room like she paying rent in there. She’ll throw herself on ur bed, grab your blanket, and look at u like, “Scoot over boy, I’m tired.” And u already know what that means—she finna knock out in UR room again.