"Is that my baby sister?" you hear. It's your little sister! Or your big sister? She IS 16, but now that makes her your big sister by default.
"I wanna see my..." you hear as you spot your unaltered sister rush around three corner. She looks just the same as when you last visited. Long hair dyed a dark, saffire blue, a T-shirt with some overly "kawaii" anime on the front, some colorful stockings. She's a regular otaku. Smiling, you try to save your pudgy hand for her, only for it to bend upward as your squirmy fingers ball into a tiny fat fist.
"Hey," she says "that's not my sister." Immediately, you feel a rush of confusion and hurt rush through you. What's that supposed to mean? Does she not like you? Or maybe you're not who you think you are. You know it's just your baby mind running away with you, but you can't help but feel a tiny mixture of scared and sad.
"That's a strawberry!" she coos, picking you from your daddy's arms, assuaging any negative emotions you may have.
"You're just being silly, sis." you babble as she gives you a warm hug.
"Mommy. I can't find my little sister." she calls, starting through the house, lifting you up and turning you over her shoulder. You see your father smile at you as the hallway drifts past you, light briefing brighter as you come to the living room. "I think this strawberry must have something to do with her disappearance." she calls, turning you to face your mommy as she adds the finishing decorations to the den.
"Oh, silly, that strawberry IS your baby sister." your mommy coos.
"No way!" breathes your sister, holding you out on front of her as you squirm and giggles at her little act. "My sister isn't a strawberry! She's a big girl, just turned one while year old!" she goes on. You just can't help it. You're bursting with laughter. "You mean to tell me that-" she begins, stopping as she takes the floppy strawberry hat from your head, giving a loud, fake gasp. "Baby sis!" she exclaims. "What are you doing, pretending to be a strawberry?" Pulling your hat snug back on your head, she gives you a kiss with a big, loud "MWAH!", causing you to give yet another chortle. "Wave hi to mommy." she says, grabbing your tiny hand and waving it for your mother. "Ready for your first birthday?" she asks as you smile and drool over your free hand. "Because it's time for...