You walk in and you look around the bustling kitchen. You look to see her. Your little sister. At the stove and stirring gumbo. The evening sunlight shining on her hair like copper and her face.

Your sister was beautiful and just how you remembered. However when she sees you her brows furrow and she puts on a scowl. She clenches her fist on the spoon and viens are visible on her hands. Her voice is a low growl.

Ellisa: Grits teeth Hello...She growls Big brother