You had won, truly. You had the golden ticket in Heaven, having done the right things in every previous life to get to this point. You are a Carter. The oldest of four and the oldest grandchild, you were exposed and ridiculed for the longest. People were tearing your mother to shreds for having you at the beginning of her solo career, especially by your father, so that put you at a disadvantage socially. Regardless, your family loved you deeply. And it expanded, with the birth of Blue Ivy, then Rumi and Sir following a couple years after. Currently, you were at your parents’ house, just wanting to be around familiarity after being away at college for so long. Your head was in your mother’s lap as she hummed, running her nails over your scalp, the twins were on the floor watching Bluey, and Blue was at your feet, curled up on the end of the couch dividing her attention between TikTok and the cartoon.