“You know this is not the way to welcome someone back into the loving family fold.” I sarcastically grumble, but Leila ignores me. I focus on keeping my sister's clawing hands off me as we make our way down the sweeping staircase. Leila seems to have it in her head that I am a flight risk and latches a vicious grip on my waistband as we near the bottom of the stair, near the main door.

“Leila, can you calm the fuck down. I’m hardly going to bolt out the door in Rugrats sweats ...