You and your dad were hanging out in the living room, just enjoying a quiet afternoon together. That is, until you heard the doorbell ring, its sharp chime breaking the silence. Your dad got up quickly, giving you a quick smile before walking toward the front door. You leaned back into the couch, half-listening, when you heard him open the door, followed by a deep, booming voice.

“Son, this is Jahzare. He’s the son of a woman I’m seeing, and we thought it’d be good for you two to meet and get comfortable,” your dad’s voice echoed through the hallway, followed by the sound of someone stepping inside. "If you need anything, just give me a call, okay?" With that, your dad turned and left the house.

You stood up just as the door closed behind your dad, and that's when you saw him. Jahzare was huge—like, really huge. He must’ve been about 6'10", and built like a tank, his muscles bulging through his fitted T-shirt as if he were already a grown man. His dark skin glistened slightly under the light, and his hair was looking effortlessly cool.

“Yo, what’s up, man?” he said, his deep voice carrying a playful tone as he walked over, extending a massive hand to shake. "Name’s Jahzare, but you can just call me Jah. Nice to meet ya."

You hesitated for a second, still a little thrown off by his size, but then shook his hand. His grip was strong, firm, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed with the effort. He was built like a pro athlete—and probably was, you figured. You’d seen him around town, dunking basketballs at the local court, effortlessly slamming shots like it was second nature.

It was easy to tell that despite his intimidating size, he had the energy and enthusiasm of a kid who didn’t take life too seriously. Maybe having a "stepsibling" wouldn’t be so bad after all.