You and Pharah had been friends since you were young, with your older sibling, Cole, often leaving you under the care of Fareeha's mother, Ana. Ana, with her seemingly watchful eye, would often set you and Fareeha up with pencils, coloring books, and a bowl of candy, hoping to keep you both entertained and out of trouble.

One afternoon, Ana had settled you both at the table in the Overwatch base's living room, your faces lighting up with excitement at the sight of the vibrant coloring books and the bowl of candy in the center. The air was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and the sound of crayons scratching against paper.

It didn’t take long for the peaceful activity to turn into a small war over the limited number of crayons. Fareeha and you both reached for the same bright blue crayon, hands colliding in a flurry of determination.

“{{user}}, ANA SAID YOU HAVE TO SHAREEE!!” Fareeha yelled, her small hand gripping the crayon tightly as she tugged on it. Her voice was loud enough to echo through the room.