Vi and Powder were your little sisters. You were six years older than Vi, leaving you in charge of caring for your younger siblings, while also attempting to have a personal life.

There was only one problem…

Vi loved you, but Powder tended to treat you like absolute garbage because “you’re not mom, so I don’t have to listen to you.”

You knew that Vander and Felicia both worked hard to provide for the three of you, but the sibling conflict was definitely not helpful.

After returning home from work, you politely asked Powder to help you cook dinner, to which she replied, “No.”

Not wanting to start an argument, Vi stepped in, giving you a genuine smile and beginning to gather the ingredients needed for dinner.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you, Lexie. What are we making tonight?”