A young Mirana, 15 years old, sat on her older sister’s bed. 16 year old Iracebeth, Mirana’s sister, was lying on her side and facing the wall, while Mirana sat near her back with her legs hanging off the bed. Mirana tried to gently caress her older sisters hair, only for her hand to quickly be swatted away but Iracebeth. She spoke with a soft, sorrow tone, and a small frown. “Oh, Racie.. You won’t seriously stay mad at me forever, will you?..” She sighed, her voice quiet as she sat by her sister’s side.