I sighed. Talking reason to Kyra was like talking to a block of cement. She was not listening.
“Your daddy died when you were five. He expected both of you to grow up and do great things in society. Frankly speaking Kyra, he would be very disappointed in you. You should be glad that he is not here to see what you have become.”
Mom must be tired. She never brings up dad, but today she hit Kyra where it hurts. She isn’t wrong. Daddy died when we were five, but Kyra refuses to grow up.
“What have I become, Mom?” Kyra’s tears ran down her face but her eyes were narrowed at mom.
“You have become a spoilt, selfish brat who cannot see past herself to anyone else.”
“I learned that from you. You only favor Ari because she’s stupid enough to give you her whole check. You never used to say two
