“Where have you been?” my mom asked. I had the exact same words on the tip of my tongue, but my mom just beat me to it. Estra just laughed and let herself in. “Oh, I am starving,” she said, seeing the food on our table. Most of it was already gone since we had all eaten, but there would still be enough for one. Estra joined our group, taking a seat on the chair where my mom had been sitting just a moment ago. She took a plate and served the food to herself. My mom closed the door and joined us as well. Since Estra took her seat, she sat on the armrest next to my father, who was supporting her so she could sit comfortably.
It surprised me that everyone was silent, waiting for her to speak. I had thousands of questions popping in my mind as well and for some reason even my father looked c
