Aliyah called her sister late Sunday morning after Frieda would be out of church. She just wanted someone to talk to who would make her feel better. Saturday and the lake day had started out so well, but once the boys got involved, Aliyah began to feel incredibly alone.
She craved some one-on-one time with someone who she cared about and who returned the sentiment.
“Hey, girl. What's up?" Freida said when she picked the phone up.
Aliyah was feeling down, dejected, morose. Any word that meant sad. And her sister could hear it in the silence.
“What's going on?"
Aliyah sighed. “I just miss you. I just wanted to talk. I didn't have a very good night."
“Ah, honey, I'm sorry. Did anything specific happen or was it just one of those days?"
Aliyah wondered whether she really wanted to ta
