5 years later…
Godiva’s POV
"Care, stop bothering your sister."
Mia’s crying made me pause as I chopped garlic. Care had just knocked down the Lego tower Mia had carefully built, grabbing my attention for a moment. While cooking, I glanced over at them now and then, seeing Mia intensely focused on rebuilding her Legos, her lips pursed.
Care was the one who filled our home with laughter and life. His giggles whenever he teased his sister Mia—even to the point of tears—always distracted me from whatever I was doing. I could never be mad at that little boy, as just looking at him filled me with energy again.
Meanwhile, Mia, my quiet little daughter, reminded me so much of myself. She’d always give in, tearing up when her brother picked on her, just as I had with my own cousin, Kayleigh.
