Epilogue
October 2022
“Uncle Gabby! Dani’s being mean!” Jasmine tattled, crawling into my lap.
“Am not!” the eight-year-old cried, putting his hands on his hips. “Moooom, Jazi stole my markers.”
“I just wanna draw!” Her lower lip wobbled. Between that, her gorgeous red curls, and the imminent crocodile tears, I knew that Dani didn’t stand a chance. Maya rolled her eyes and appealed to the honor in her eldest.
“Please Dani, share with your sister. Be a good big brother.” That earned her a huff, but he relented and let Jasmine keep the purple marker she held in her iron grip. I pulled her picture closer so that she could remain on my lap and keep drawing.
For a three-and-a-half-year-old, she showed amazing promise. On my dime-sized head and potato-shaped body, I could make out my curly
