Sister, Sister
I can't shake off the sticky coat of shame clinging to my skin.
A giant German shepherd, Bobo, comes running out through the glass double doors of the lavender bungalow with its long pink tongue lolling and two small children following in its wake. The twins, Edwin and Erin hug me while squealing and tell me how much they missed me.
"You two should be thanking me for bringing her over," Jacob says smugly as he locks the car.
The seven-year-olds look like their Dad who passed away when they were just three years old. They have honey coloured eyes, caramel skin and a shock of kinky flaxen hair. As I hug the twins, I feel my eyes grow wet.
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