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"Tia..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you my sister?"
"Ha?" I stop munching my omelette as I turn to the little girl sitting next to me.
We're very much aware of Pao's jealousy towards her friends about having a sister since she's been the only girl in the house since she was born but to consider me who's old enough to be her mom as an elder sister is a bit much.
"Why would you ask that?"
Owen who is sitting to her left is also looking at her, obviously as curious as me.
"I heard you call papa Daddy last night," I cough the content in my mouth as Owen tries to hide his laugh, "Amy calls her papa Daddy. Levi calls her papa Daddy. Micah too. Are you my s
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