5/5 - (1 vote) “Alex?” Mom knocked on my door. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” I said, spinning my chair around. She slipped inside, wearing a knee-length summer dress. Her chestnut hair spilled over her shoulders. My mother was tall and pretty, a perfect oval shape with almond-shaped eyes. She had a subtle hourglass figure with plenty of curves you just wanted to squeeze, but at the moment, she looked upset, which weighed her down. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “What’s this about?” I asked. “It’s about your little sister, Sofi,” she said. “Ever since...
