It took Carmen Solano-Adams only a moment to realize her youngest daughter was sitting in a hospital bed.
"What's happened?" She asked in her stern mother voice. Aliyah's mother's face was dark and round. She had short, black wavy hair too old-fashioned for her age.
"I just had a fall, Mom. Nothing major."
“Major enough to get you in the hospital!" she shot back angrily.
“Seriously, Mom," Aliyah said, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. “It's okay. But I'm going to get an x-ray of my wrist, so I have to go, okay?"
Aliyah's father, Jack, appeared in the frame. He had dark, chestnut hair and gray eyes that always looked like they were smiling. Even now, looking at his youngest daughter sitting in a hospital bed, his eyes barely dimmed. “Sweetheart, what have you done?" he asked
