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Sofia.

"You know they can take care of themselves, right?" The gruff voice to my side stated as my eyes turned to his side, my aimless staring into the white wall of our living room coming to a halt. "I've known them since they were kids. They're more than capable of taking care of themselves and the ones around them."

He read right through me. Shit, I was so damn transparent, so readable. Holding back a wince at my emotionally and mentally deteriorating state of mind, I slumped my head back in defeat knowing that my limited words spoke volumes of truth that I couldn't vocalize.

The tightness of my chest made it all worse, "I know but still."

"They.." I shook my head, my hand tucking the two loose strands behind my ear and removed the earbuds I had tried to distract myself with loud music. My keen attention on my father's figure sitting across from me. "I wish they just...came with.."

I tried to limit speaking to them knowing that they a lot to do, so that I didn't distract them from t