Sawyer
“Sawyer, can you put these on me?” Emmy hands me a pair of tiny pink shoes with a delicate little bow on the toe.
My half-sister has been babbling about these shoes for days, alternately gushing about how excited she is to wear them, and bemoaning Sam for withholding them until the big night.
“Sure can pumpkin.” I take them from her as she scrambles onto the couch and sticks out her feet. “These are going to go great with the dress you picked for Dad’s ceremony.”
Emmy steadfastly refuses to wear anything but dresses, but tonight she’s outdone herself, choosing the frilliest little princess dress I’ve ever seen.
“He said I could pick whatever I want since it’s a special day.” It sounds more like ‘spessel’ in her cute little voice.
“Special,” I say, enunciating each syllable. Th
