There was a loud buzzing in my head as I stared blankly at the woman before me, her words replaying over and over again in my head.
A sister?
How? When?
It makes no sense whatsoever, no matter how hard I try to make sense of it, it doesn't. I couldn't have a sister. It…
“My name is Monalisa, but you can call me Lisa,” her voice cut through my thoughts. She had a small smile on her face, a hopeful look gleaming in her eyes. I took in her current attire. A long black brown mud cloth poncho gown, with three quarter sleeves and a deep v by the neck. She had brown hair with a touch of red at the edges that was twisted into dreadlocks and packed into an updo atop her head, with cowries fitted into the hair all over. Tons of coral beads adorned her neck, with a silver eyed choker tightly fitt
