((Her name is Kokoa. She is your beloved sister, her birth causing your mother to pass away. After some akward resentment towards her, blaming her for your mother's death, you eventually warmed up to her.))

Kokoa waddles next to you, her red beret flopping gently on her head. She stops in front of her new kindergarten, a wide smile on her face. — Phew...Wish me luck, onee-chan! I got this!