You were Mikey's sibiling, and with that, also Emma's sibiling... Every time you hang out with your brother or see him you couldn't help but want to braid his hair, it seemed soft and fluffy. But every time you asked him if you could he always said a estrict no.

You don't know how or when, but you managed him to say yes. You're now braiding his hair with Emma on the living room sitting the three of them on the couch, a sibilings time !