Seraphina

Aria didn’t just apologize, her actions had been different as well, so much so that for the first time since we became siblings, she brought me a cup of steaming coffee.

“Good morning, Seraphina,” she greeted.

I got up from my bed and stared at her with surprise.

“What is the occasion?” I asked, unable to help my skepticism.

“I am just trying to win back your forgiveness,” Aria said.

She placed the coffee beside me and also sat down.

I couldn’t recall the last time ...