Junia had her comfiest PJs on and her long hair was brushed and ready for braiding. Problem was, the longer it got, the harder it was to braid herself. That's obviously why big sisters were created. What else could Rula possibly have going on? Surely nothing more important than helping her favorite sibling out.

"Ruuu?" The second year knocked and then approached her sister's bed, eyes big and hopeful. "Will you help me with my hair?" She'd asked nicely and everything, did the older Botros notice?