Sofia
A trip around the sun couldn't have guaranteed the happiness I'd felt when I had set my eyes on Aunt Layla that morning. I had wanted to curse at her and even hurl things at her for leaving behind. Where had she gone and returned with a cute son?
"Go to your room, Sofia." Mrs. Carter's wicked voice came saying as soon as she laid eyes upon Aunt Layla.
"She stays. I have come to see her." Aunt Layla disagreed.
"I don't want to go to my room," I said aloud, much to the discontentment of Mrs. Carter. She shot a fiendish glare at me.
"Who do you think you are? You think you can just waltz in here and do as you please?" She was being mean to Aunt Layla.
"Well, I haven't come to fight or argue with you. Sofia is who I care about. Come, Sofia," Aunt Layla urged, and I ambled across th
