Part of her wanted to be angry and ungrateful. But another part of her was ashamed of her childish behavior
Esti, 13 1/2 years old, groaned and wriggled further under the covers.
“Be quiet, Suri!”
“Ma… ma… ma.”
“Mmm,” said Esti. She ought to change Suri’s diaper now before she woke the whole house, but her bed was so warm and delicious… and she was sooo tired.
A loud thump announced that Suri had fallen out of her crib. There was a pause. Esti opened one eye. She really must get up. If only her limbs would obey her. Mmm… the eye closed.
A short pause. Suri began to scream, bloodcurdling cries that brought her mother hurrying into the room, still half asleep. She lifted Suri off the floor.
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