Chapter 3

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Sabrina McLain:

"I hate winter." 

Baylee said from the backseat. 

Mom was driving the three of us

to the grocery store. 

Mom nodded appreciatively

even though I knew that Mom 

was born in February, 

a very wintry month

indeed. 

"It's not actually too bad." I said, 

mostly just to fill the silence. 

These days Mom was

dragging me and Baylee

all over everywhere 

just to keep us in her line of sight. 

It wasn't honestly that horrible. 

Lilly Nicole Porter and her boyfriend Bryson

often complained about 

their overprotective, nosy mothers. 

Kyle didn't talk about his mother, 

so I figured he wasn't a fan 

of her.

But I loved my mom. 

Maybe it was because

Dad, 

and Jennah, 

and Giggles 

were all gone. 

But now I fully appreciated

Baylee and Mom. 

I appreciated how 

our thick dark waves were the same, 

and our eyes,

while Baylee's and Mom's were light blue

and mine were dark brown, 

they were the same round shape. 

And how we were all pale and thin

and how we all had a love

for gooey mac and cheese, 

though most people loved that. 

Baylee, who I had never really 

spent much time with, 

was interacting much more

than usual. 

Her hair, 

which she normally kept 

hanging low over her small face, 

was pulled back in a tight plait today

and I could practically

count

every single freckle on her 

bright, eager face. 

She wore a sparkly purple shirt with long sleeves,

black jeans, 

and black ballet flats. 

Her blue eyes shone

like stars from the backseat. 

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