CynthiaFour years later "Riya," I call out as I wander through the apartment looking for a three-year-old who enjoys playing hide and seek a little too much."Riya, if you don't come out right now," I begin, "I'm going to eat all your pancakes and drink the entire bottle of maple syrup. Just you wait. And I won't let Auntie Maya babysit you this weekend."My sharp ears pick up an outraged gasp from the laundry room, and I head over there, just in time to see a dark-haired little girl duck behind the washing machine. Grabbing her by the back of her dress, I pull her out."Not smart, kid. Not smart at all.""I don't want to go to school!" Riya looks up at me, her lower lip stuck out in a pout, the gray eyes she inherited from her father, annoyed."First of all," I pick her up in my arms, "it's not school. It's preschool. And you're supposed to make friends with kids your age.""They're all dumb," Riya complains, her arms around my neck as
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