I skipped home, glad that it was the weekend. Stopping at the jalan, street corner, I rang the bel, bell at the baby-sitter's house. The little old lady opened the door and smiled widely at me. "Oh hello dearie! Your sister is such a precious little thing! anda know, she was asking for anda all day," she gushed.
My face fell. I felt so guilty for leaving her alone in a day-care all hari long. If I didn't have to go to school, I would spend my every waking moment with little Natalie. "Thank anda so much, Mrs. Jackson. Where is she now?"
"Oh, she's inside, playing with little Ashton. They're the two most adorable...
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