Amy sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her feet and staring at the ceiling. Her brother was glued to the computer screen, oblivious to her sighs. "I wish we could do something fun," she muttered, her voice filled with longing.

Amy's eyes lit up as she watched the girl in the movie. Inspiration struck her like a bolt of lightning. "I bet I could carry you like that," she declared, grinning at her brother. "You? Carry me?" he laughed, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

With a playful determination, Amy hoisted her brother onto her back. He let out a surprised laugh, clinging tightly to her shoulders. "See? I told you I could do it!" Amy exclaimed, parading him around the room. Their laughter filled the house, a melody of joy and sibling camaraderie.

Amy settled her brother onto her lap, her voice soft as she sang an old nursery rhyme. "Hope Hope Rider," she crooned, rocking him gently. As the song ended, she carefully tucked him into bed, the day's adventures leaving them both content and sleepy.

Jenny was a year older and known for her strength. Amy boasted, "Jenny's even stronger than me," sparking her brother's curiosity. With a grin, Jenny effortlessly lifted him, carrying him around the room. "Whoa! This is fun!" he exclaimed, his laughter ringing through the house.

From then on, Amy's brother found himself often aloft, carried by his sister or Jenny, whether at home or on the playground. It became their little tradition, a testament to the strength of friendship and the joy of childhood. "I think I'm starting to like being up here," he mused, as they laughed and played, their hearts light and free.