The sister

“If you want a drink or anything to eat, find it in the kitchen. You should have called me before you came because this is a wrong time. I have to get to spa. My man is arriving today so I guess you know why I have to go there.”

“Why do you have to go there, mommy?” Amy asked.

“Yes, why? Hailey.” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

My sister rolled her eyes and walked into the bedroom.

“Mommy doesn’t like to answer my questions,” Amy said. “I don’t know why. Do you think she hates me?”

I pulled her closer. “Oh no, of course not. Some questions require answers that children may not understand so it becomes hard to answer.”

“My teacher explains something when I don’t understand.”

“Well darling, teachers are trained on how to deal with children. They know better that the rest of us. Don’t worry about it. What are you watching?”

I could not tell the child that her mother was a b!tch who only cared about herself. It seemed losing one child had not taught her to treasure life with the living one.