"Why can't I stick a piece of gum in Caterin's hair?" asks Dulce as she hands the pack of gum to Marisa.
The little girl pouts as she crosses her arms and my older sister takes the silver packaging between her fingers and places it next to her phone, which rests on the breakfast table, next to her glass of orange juice.
“Because you're not a bad girl, besides if it keeps bothering you you should tell the teacher “answers Marisa as she takes a sip of her coffee.
She looks at the silver watch resting on her wrist and picks a crumb from the collar of her white shirt. She wears off” white dress pants and a white shirt, and her blonde hair is loose in a wild bun.
"Or kick him," I add to the chatter as he spooned my favorite cereal into my mouth.
Marisa looks at me over her cup of coffee, s
