Because it was Saturday, Jaylan had no work and little Carl didn't have to go to the preschool, so everyone had a lazy start.
Zora was busily preparing breakfast while I played with blocks with Carl on the couch, and Jaylan had just descended the stairs.
The doorbell rang and Jaylan strode to answer it.
The unexpected guest left us all stunned.
But none were more shocked than Zora.
When she saw who had entered, she stood frozen in place before setting down the bowl she was holding. She quickly walked over, grabbed the girl who had come in, and started to pull her back outside, urgently whispering, "Why are you here?"
The girl struggled subtly.
"Zora, who is this? Why won't you let her in?" I asked.
Zora stopped and turned to look at me, her mouth twitched slightly before hurriedly explaining, "Sir, Ma'am... it's... it's my sister!"
By now, Jaylan, who had answered the door, had returned and took his usual seat, watching the drama unfold with a deep gaze.
The girl, looking timid, waved at us and greeted us in a shy voice, "Hello, sir, ma'am!"
I cast a lazy glance her way. A seemingly innocent girl, as pure as a daisy, had walked in.
She was shorter than Zora, petite and looked slightly malnourished.
Wearing a white knitted sweater, a floral skirt with a blue base, and a pair of white shoes, she looked refreshingly simple. It fit her modest $300 monthly budget.
Entering, her eyes nervously scanned the room, clearly filled with astonishment, quickly followed by a flash of envy.
"Come in and sit down!" I said in a friendly tone. "Zora, you have a sister? All these years, you've never mentioned your family."
Zora seemed a bit flustered, she glanced at Jaylan, still trying to push her sister out.
I beckoned to the girl, "Come in and sit down. Zora, get the food ready!"
Then I turned to the girl, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
"No... not yet!" She forced a smile, glanced at her sister, and nervously said, "I came to see my sister about something!"
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