REVA I was on the phone with mom when a scream erupted downstairs, prompting me to say I'd call her later. Mom asked after Liev, saying he had promised to visit them, and I told her I would inform Liev that she was looking for him. We ended the call so I could see what was going on downstairs. Liev turned nine two months ago. Nine years later, and it still felt like the first day I held him. Time had flown by, and my baby was growing too fast, tall for his age, overprotective of his siblings, and far too smart for his own good. Then there was his brother, River, our seven-year-old menace who managed to start fights wherever he went, and finally our youngest, their sister Kaia, who had turned five two weeks ago and ruled the entire house. Another scream ripped through the house, and I ran down the stairs. “River!" “I got it first, Mom! It's not fair!" “Stop it. She's your little sister!" They came to a halt, and just then Liev entered and took his sister away, while Rive
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