The Little Sister
I wake up crying from a horrible nightmare. I’m eight years old and I sleep in my mom’s bed every night because sleeping alone at that age is daunting. My mom comes into the room and asks me what’s wrong. I tell her about this dream I had where my brother Emerson, who is three years older, stops talking to me because he’s dating a model named Everlyne a…
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