“Rise and shine, Isa,” I heard. I knew that voice; it was one I hadn’t heard in months. My brother Matt was the only one who called me Isa, too. He has since we were little. It used to be my Nana’s nickname for me also until she passed away, my brother just stuck with it.
“Matt, you are here early,” I said as I climbed out of bed.
“I thought we might go get some breakfast, just me and you,” He said. I knew that was code for he wanted to talk and was going to bribe me with food.
“You’re just looking for Tea,” I joked. Tea is what I liked to call gossip.
“When have you ever seen me drink tea?” He teased, knowing exactly what I meant.
“You did once when we were little at my tea party,” I said, crossing my hands over my chest and doing my best mock pout. He threw my pillow at me, but
