We said our goodbyes to the Robertsons. Sofia seemed reluctant to let go of me. With the warmest and tightest embrace, she assured me that everything would be alright. I thanked her sincerely. It's not every day someone comes into your life with such comforting words, except for your parents.
On the drive home, my dad couldn't seem to stop talking about things I found rather uninteresting.
Even though Tyrone had dominated the conversation during lunch, along with his brother Troy, I didn't feel particularly compelled to learn more about him. Sofia, on the other hand, was an incredibly kind woman who knew just how to touch the heart.
My reverie was abruptly shattered when my mother's ringtone chimed through the car.
"Lizzy, dear?" she answered, her voice warm and friendly. My ears perke
