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After their brief trip to New York, the sisters returned to Atlanta. Thaïs broke down after saying goodbye to her mother; she didn't want to leave her, but she knew she would be okay deep down. Aya, concerned for her sister's well-being, promptly scheduled Thaïs an appointment with her therapist.
Following the emotional therapy session, Thaïs retreated to her bedroom, grappling with her feelings. Tori, Aya, and Jaelyn took turns checking on her. Imani unfortunately could not be there as she had a life waiting for her in California.
"Aya do you seriously only have healthy food in this house?" Tori asked, slamming a cabinet shut. She booked a trip to ensure Thaïs would be okay, but she also explored the unfamiliar city in her free time. She had been staying with Ayame, along with Thaïs and Sin. The house was way bigger and noisier than her two-bedroom apartment back home.
In the past two days, the only times when there had been absolute silence were when Amari was at school or when Ayame was not present. Nobody was allowed to be cooped up in their rooms all day when the homeowner was there. Everyone, except for Thaïs, would sit in the family room and talk or watch TV until around nine. She missed the solace in her humble abode.
Aya rolled her eyes at her younger cousin/step-sister- she didn't know what to refer to her as just yet. She knew Tori from whenever she would visit Thaïs, but due to the age gap, she didn't interact with her often. They formed somewhat of a bond once Tori turned 18. "Yes. My son does not need to eat junk."
Tori let out a sigh, taking a Go-Gurt out of the refrigerator. That was the closest she was going to get to anything remotely unhealthy. "Poor baby. I have to take him grocery shopping." Aya was raising a growing boy, so he needed to have some kind of snacks that he liked. No ten year old would willingly eat raisins.
"Really?" Amari asked, walking into the kitchen. His eyes widened at the statement; his mom never let him go grocery shopping with her. Whatever unhealthy snacks he got, it was his father or Thaïs' doing. He didn't know much about Tori, but he loved her already, "thank you, TT Tori!"
"Amari, can you please go get your auntie? I have to talk to her before I drop you off at your dad's house." She instructed her son. She squeezed the fat between her eyebrows before turning to the woman who rummaged through her pantry, "Really, Victoria? Get out of there."
Tori walked out of the pantry, holding a bag of goldfish she found. She hoped they weren't expired. "It's not my fault you don't have shit in this house. Kids need sweets from time to time. I need sweets from time to time!"
Thaïs and Amari appeared in the kitchen, listening to the two women argue about junk food. The two shared a knowing look, and Thaïs shook her head. These two were going to be the death of her. They both had very strong personalities and couldn't stand the idea of being wrong.
The other day they got into a petty argument about the proper way to make baked mac and cheese. Ayame used eggs and sour cream while Tori didn't think the extra steps were necessary. Thai agreed with Tori because they both learned from Teresa, unlike Aya, who learned from her paternal grandmother, but she didn't say anything. Amari let out a sigh before pulling his aunt closer, "they aren't going to stop, are they?"
