The Brothers Who Found Me
“Do you know what I remember most about you?”
She shook her head.
“You used to make up little songs about everything, what you ate for breakfast, the color of the sky, the neighbor’s dog. You sang them constantly, driving everyone crazy,” he said, smiling. “And you always ended the same way: ‘This is my song for today, this is my song for me, and if you don’t like my song, you can go away.’”
Even with everything that had happened, the chaos, the fear, the shock of the night, Sophia couldn’t help but smile. “That sounds like me.”