Second Chances
I say, not stopping.
“Did you try to cross your brother again, Di?” my father asks, walking in.
“No, I just asked if I had to call him Alpha,” she grumbles.
“Well, sweetheart, when you ask an impertinent question, you get an impertinent answer,” my mother says, walking into the room with my brother, Mete, who was born a year after Dimitra, and carrying my sister Natasha, who was born a few years later. My father immediately goes to take Natasha from my mom, kissing her, then having to kiss Nat too. My youngest sister is named after my birth mother.