It started with a ripped hoodie.
Lincoln had been wearing his favorite sweatshirt—his lucky one—for years. It was soft, worn in all the right places, and had a big "Ace Savvy" patch on the sleeve. But today, while chasing after Lily in the backyard, it finally tore down the side.
"Aw, man…" he muttered, holding it up and inspecting the damage.
Leni happened to walk by just then, arms full of shopping bags. "Oh my gosh, Lincoln! Your hoodie looks tragically wounded."
He gave a weak smile. "Yeah… I guess I've had it forever."
"Well, don't throw it away!" Leni said, setting down her bags. "Bring it to my room—I totally know how to fix this. We'll give it, like, a full makeover!"
Lincoln hesitated, surprised. "You sew?"
Leni giggled. "Uh, hello? I'm a fashion designer, remember? I do way more than shop and look cute—though I do both of those things really well."
A few minutes later, Lincoln was sitting on Leni's floor, hoodie in hand, while she pulled out her sewing kit and some cool fabric scraps.
As she worked, they talked—really talked.
Leni told him about the pressure she sometimes felt to be taken seriously despite her bubbly personality. Lincoln opened up about feeling overshadowed sometimes, not just by their sisters' talents but by how loud and fast everything moved in their house.
"You know," Leni said, carefully stitching the sleeve, "you're, like, super thoughtful. You always listen when people talk. That's kinda rare around here."
Lincoln blinked. "Thanks… I never thought about it like that."
"Well, think about it now, Linky," she said, adding a final stitch. "Because you're awesome, and now—so is your hoodie!"
She held it up. The tear was gone, replaced with a stylish patch that looked like Ace Savvy's logo stitched into a lightning bolt. It was unique, creative, and totally Lincoln.
"Leni… this is actually amazing."
She smiled big. "Duh! Only the best for my little bro."
They hugged, and Lincoln realized how lucky he was to have a sister like her, not just sweet, but surprisingly wise in her own way.