What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question.
"Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so.
"What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.
Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond.
"Family," he says.
And he's right.

Autore: Katja Millay

What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question.<br />"Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so.<br />"What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.<br />Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond.<br />"Family," he says.<br />And he's right. - Katja Millay


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