![]() ![]() The squeak of a door opening snags my attention. As I separate from her, I answer her just as quietly, “Because hugs are free and you looked like you needed one.” She asks this question in a soft way, a sweet way, so I know this is not a warning to never do it again. I hold her a long while before she asks quietly, “Why are you hugging me?” She doesn’t hug me back, but she doesn’t stiffen either. Before I can think better of it, I step forward, lean down, and wrap my arms around her. I wish I could bend down and hug her without having my head bitten off. And cold.”ĭoth my ears mishear, or is that the bitter sound of loneliness? Her gaze flickers to the floor before she murmurs, “It’s empty. I step inside and ask, “So how are you liking this place? It looks amazing.” “Is your dad home?” She nods and rolls her chair back out of the doorway in silent invitation. I clear my throat and force a smile so hard my cheeks hurt. She all but rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Fine.”Īn awkward silence follows. Today is no different from the other days I’ve seen her. When I reach the front door, I ring the bell and wait. I walk up the long driveway, my duffle bag by my side. Sniffling, I step out of the car and chuckle. “Nope! We’re not doing this right now! You need to work. I love you.”Īs soon as she spots my tears, she shoves me out the door. ![]() And seriously, I don’t mind driving you around. She lifts her arm and punches me in the same spot I got her. I look up at my sister and promise, “I’m going to get a car soon. “Nope, but I think Ceecee will help me figure it out.” ![]()
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