Remembering You

Sean

--August 31st, 2026, Monday, Sean's house--

I slap my alarm clock off. 'Is it really morning already?' I think. I lay in my bed for a good minute, considering if I should act sick for the day.

I let out a sigh as I force myself to sit up. As I swing my legs off my bed, my soul practically jumps out of my body as someone slams my door open, making a loud bang as it collides with the wall.

"Sean!" My younger sister shouts way too energetically for six in the morning.

"Yes?" I say, turning to face her with my best 'I'm awake' smile.

"Can you do my hair?" She asks me as she jumps up onto my bed, making her bounce up and down.

"Did you ask Mom and Dad?" I ask her, getting off my bed and walking towards my wardrobe.

"Daddy doesn't know how to braid hair, and Mommy is too sleepy to do it." She explains, I hear my bed creak as she starts to stand up on it.

"Maybe because it's only six in the morning," I say, picking out a shirt, a hoodie and some comfy jeans. I hear my little sister groan at my logic. "Also don't you dare jump on my bed, Eleanor." I add, turning around to face her. She pouts at me, but sits back down.

"Please, Sean." She says, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"If you let me get ready, and feed Beau. I'll do your hair." I tell her, laying the clothes on the side of my bed. I watch as her face lights up in less than a second.

"Okay!" She says, sliding off my bed and practically skipping out of my room, almost forgetting to close the door behind her.

After I'm done getting dressed and fixing my hair, I walk over to my door and open it. "Sean!" Eleanor says, jumping up from the floor.

"Were you sitting on the floor, El?" I ask her, she gives me a guilty grin.

"Maybe, but that's besides the point!" She says, waving my question away with a dismissive hand. "Can you do my hair now?" She asks me, clearly impatient. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her to say 'please.' She groans at my silence. "What? What do you want me to say?" She asks; I just smile at her. She clicks her tongue, and pouts at me as she crosses her arms over her chest as well.

"What's the magic word?" I ask her.

"Please?" She says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Correct." I say, unfolding my arms and smiling at her. She rolls her eyes but returns my smile, unfolding her arms as well.

"Now c'mon!" She says, grabbing my hand and "dragging" me away from my bedroom. She finally let's go of my hand when we get to the bathroom. I watch as she dashes out and comes back in barely dragging two folding chairs, that are basically the same height as her.

"Do you need some help with that?" I ask her, trying not to snicker. She lets out a grunt as she unfolds one chair.

"Nope!" She says, unfolding the other chair and plopping into it. "Now can you do my hair? Please?" She asks me, I smile softly and shake my head as I grab a brush and sit down in the chair behind her. After a few minutes of doing Eleanor's hair Beau had snuck into the bathroom, she had set her head on Eleanor's lap and was wagging her tail side to side as Eleanor pet her.

After a good twenty minutes I'm finally done doing Eleanor's hair. "All done." I tell her, leaning back in my chair to admire my work.

"Can you take a picture of it with your phone? Please?" She says, still petting Beau. I nod as I pull out my phone. 'Shit, I'm going to be late.' I think as I look at the time. I take a quick picture of El's hair and hand my phone to her.