Daxon
“No!” I exclaimed. “I don’t want to talk to them!”
“Now, Daxon, we are all family and should act as such,” Gramps frowned.
“Ernesto isn’t family,” Roxanne pointed out.
“Roxanne please,” Clarissa sighed. “Ernesto is a good man. You and Selene-”
“Don’t mention her name! I don’t ever want to hear about her again. The moment she drove off in my car with mine and my husband’s belongings she was dead to me and I don’t want her mentioned in my presence.”
“I’m sorry, I will remember that.” She whispered.
“I don’t see why we have to do this,” I stated.
“Because family sticks together,” Gramps said firmly. “This is what your parents would have wanted.”
I hated when he did this. Using our dead parents as a way to guilt us into acting like a real family was severely annoying. And ye
