Nico and Eric, wearing their astronaut suits, stood proudly in front of their homemade rocket. The rocket, painted silver with colorful stars and stripes, stood tall and sturdy. It was their masterpiece, built with love, imagination, and determination.
Their families had brought lawn chairs and blankets, arranging them in a semi-circle around the launch pad. Everyone eagerly awaited liftoff, their eyes fixed on the rocket that would carry Nico and Eric to the moon.
In the corner of the backyard, a makeshift mission control center had been set up. Tables were covered with laptops, screens displaying complex charts and data. Nicos older sister, Mia, had taken charge of mission control. She wore a headset and spoke into a microphone with a serious and focused expression.