CHALMER
“Are they coming yet?” my sister asked as she paced back and forth in the house. I stood by the wall, leaning against it while folding my arms on my chest, just studying her every move.
“They’ll be here. Maybe they got delayed, or stopped somewhere on their way here,” I tried to reassure her. Christal’s red hair, just like mine, was whipping back and forth as she kept moving swiftly across the living room.
We asked uncle Amari to drop us off so we could have the house ready for their arrival, but I did most of it as Christal spent her day freaking out.
“What if she doesn’t want us anymore? What if she changed her mind about being with Dad, or about wanting to come home?” She tugged at her hair in frustration.
I took a deep breath, smiling at the whole situation as I grabbe
