Amara Pov
It was a crisp autumn morning when Lily, my cousin, arrived. I stood at the window, my heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. I had never met her before, and now that she would be staying with us and attending the same school as me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Grandfather had gone to pick Lily up from the airport, and Noah tallied along for company. Meanwhile, I stayed behind in the kitchen with my grandmother, helping her prepare one of Lily's favorite desserts - apple pie. As we worked together, rolling out the dough and slicing the apples, my mind drifted back to one question that had nagged at me since I discovered Lily's arrival.
Finally mustering the courage, I turned to my grandmother and asked hushedly, "Can I ask you a question
