It's like we don't even exist

My older sister is expanding her recreational painting into a business pursuit. Her pictures are great and everything, but as I reviewed her past work I noticed that something is missing, primarily me and my little sister. There are paintings of our parents, herself, our oldest sister, strangers, random fields, rivers, etc., but no little sisters. I sat and wondered why this might be. Do we not matter as much? Is she less fond of us? Are we not as cute?

Then it hit me. Our collective awkward years span so much time that, honestly, what pictures

could she use?

(NOT THESE)

Furthermore, if you consider my painful lack of photo finesse coupled with my little sister's exuberant choice of festive clothes, even the recently past years are non-negotiable.

I see now. I wouldn't paint us either