Build-A-Sister means fun for everyone, especially the youngest. Watch her play video games, be prohibited from touching the TV remote, get bitten on the arm when you try to touch her Barbies! All created in a place that inspires you—your childhood home, with her room just across the hall, not across state lines just yet—to build memories that last a lifetime.

Before getting started, you’ll be greeted by a SIBLING BUILDER Associate—a mother that looks like you, a father that looks like her—who will walk you through these seven simple steps.

Choose Me: Be born second, thrust into a world already made for her. Neither of you chooses the other; something else, some God or deity or other cosmic force brings you together forever, whether you enjoy it or not.

Hear Me: Hear her yell at you to leave her alone. Hear her whisper the curse word she learned in school that day into the bedroom pillow. “Okay, get ready...fuck,” she says so quietly you almost can’t hear. Hear her laugh with your cousins at a joke that she describes as something you “just wouldn’t get.” Hear her have her very adult conversations with her very adult friends when they come over to eat pizza downstairs, these at-home celebrities you’re so curious about. One single basement door severs you from the precious teenaged life she lives.

Stuff Me: Stuffing scented with the Warm Vanilla Sugar body spray from Bath & Body Works and Crystal Light made by your grandmother. Stuff in a heart with DNA you both share, the blood and beating pulse that will tie you together for all time. Sleep on her floor for an entire summer. Eat the Tums and salt she keeps under her bed and offers you as a “light snack.”

Hug Me: Hug for family photos, after the school musical, when she comes back from college to see you in The Little Mermaid. Hug when she leaves to go back to college, where her room is no longer across the hall from yours.

Dress Me: Steal her clothes. Get mad when she steals yours.

Name Me: Watch as she starts describing you to her friends as her little sister, no longer
pretending you don’t exist. See her start calling you her best friend in Facebook posts. Read the letter adorned with flowers where she asks you to be Maid of Honor in her wedding.

Take Me Home: Watch her move up the East coast, to the city with the large tree you used to see each Christmas, only she’s there year-round. Where you used to see her every morning, shoving each other to take turns in the bathroom mirror, now she’s a train ride away, the tracks stretching so far it feels like she’s on Saturn. Hear her say she missed you. Feel the hugs she now gives you with her own free will. Keep stealing each other's clothes, think about the word “sister,” and how it feels different from “sibling.”