Natalia’s POV
“Then there was that time that you broke my arm!” Rosalie accuses me animatedly.
“No way Rosalie! That was totally your own fault.” I chuckle taking a sip of my wine as I take a seat at the table.
“What!? How can it be my fault? You made me perform that ridiculous gymnastics routine in the first place! You made me do that front flip and low and behold… snap!”
“Well… in my defence though you do have incredibly shitty balance and I can’t be blamed for that.” I laugh as my father joins in.
We take our seats around the table and begin reminiscing about the summer we went to the beach and Penelope cried when she caught a fish and dad wouldn’t let her take it home as a pet. Sitting here laughing together about old memories just makes me so incredibly grateful for my famil
