Losing Lay Lay

As told to Shevy Moses

“Don’t judge me, Tamar, please!” Leah begged.

My younger sister was sitting cross-legged on her bed, hunched over a brightly lit screen, her turquoise throw draped around her shoulders.

I swallowed hard. “But Lay Lay,” I replied, calling my sister by her family nickname, “why?”

“Just cuz.” Leah shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. “I need these videos, okay? I need to do this.” Her voice rose in desperation. “Please, Tam, believe me. I’ll, I’ll stop watching soon….”