It's nice to have people around for the next couple of days. Mini is a ball of energy and watching her with her mom is amazing. Isla catches me staring at her one too many times and finally asks what I'm thinking.
"The way you are with Mini is so loving and it's so foreign to me. My mother never loved me but I at least thought she loved my brothers. I'm now starting to rethink that," I explain still trying to straighten out my own thoughts. "A part of me always wondered why my brothers didn't notice what was happening but I see now that while she wasn't mean to them she also didn't spend much time with them outside of formal events. She was always polite but she was never affectionate towards them. How would they notice that she was treating me differently just because she was keeping me
