“Get over here,” I whine impatiently, arms swinging haphazardly, as I sway from side to side. I’m mere seconds from forcefully dragging her before I get a reply.

“Alright, alright. Just calm down,” She states, exasperated by my incessant urging. My sister appears begrudgingly from the living room. The University of Toronto shirt she dons brings a smile to my face, as I scurry to her side with a spring in my step. Grabbing the matching cap perched atop her head, I dart away, swift like a cheetah. She lets out a groan as I unceremoniously plop the hat onto my head. I busy myself with fixing the apparel, as my sister approaches.

“Hurry up, you’re taking longer than me,” she drawls, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably.

I pull a face to show my scepticism, but let my retort die on my tongue. She chuckles at my sour expression, which pulls a laugh from me as well. I wordlessly raise the camera, waiting for my sister to pose. We wear matching smiles as I press the button. The satisfying “click” rings out and I drop my arm to view the work of art.

“Congratulations,” I say earnestly, delight dancing in my eyes as I glance up at her. “We knew you could do it.”