Mary's POV
Seeing Tasha in this kind of state snapped me out of my thoughts, she claims she's all grown and tough but she is still my baby sister. I'm trying to think of different reasons why she would be sad to the extent of crying, it must be serious.
"Talk to me, I'm here for you." I try to get her to talk but she just bursts into more tears as soon as she sees me as if I'm the reason she's hurt.
Her sobs and sniffs fill the silence, that's what we do lately, we don't have anything to talk about, she has grown so quiet since I got back from the trip.
Perhaps she was already like that I just didn't notice her withdrawal. Something was disturbing her and I as an elder sister I'm suppose to know, that's why Mom and Dad insisted she stay with me.
"Can we just go home?" She
