They Read My Mind
My second brother, Jimmy Stone, placed an empty bowl beside him and spoke slowly, "Yunice, you're probably aware there's another girl living here now. Her name is Alicia. She's not in good health, so I hope you can get along with her and be more accommodating."
The rest of the family stayed silent, clearly agreeing with him.
"Alright," I said calmly.
'Here we go again. My so-called dear brother, who's actually nothing more than the heroine's loyal lapdog, is back with his usual warnings. Isn't this all just because she was born premature and a bit frail? That was years ago. She has long recovered. She's just faking it now, milking it to keep you fools wrapped around her finger. Honestly, I c