Amelia
“Shut up, Junior,” I mutter to my older brother.
He is walking up the sidewalk with Mya and their kids. Junior looks past me at Ezra, “You are the famous one, eh?”
Ezra shrugs, “That’s me, I’m Ezra. You must be Junior,” He holds a hand out to my brother.
“I am,” Junior grins, puts his sweaty arm over my shoulder, and kisses my cheek, “Amelia’s big brother.”
“Get off,” I push him away as my nephews run up.
“This is my wife Mya and our daughter Lacey,” He points out.
“Nice to meet you all,” Ezra grins at Trey and Carson, “And who are you?”
“I’m Trey,” the eldest announces. “And that’s Carson, he is stinky.”
“Shut up, Trey,” Carson protests.
“Boys,” Mya barks at them.
“What are you all still doing out here?” Mom calls from the porch. “Dinner is ready. Get your butts insid
