You are in your room, laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling when you hear a knock at the door. Wilona comes in and sits down next to you. You being the oldest sister, you always try and hide how you truly feel. Even Byron, one of the worst kids in the family, doesn’t mess with you. Wilona takes your hand and speaks softly, using her Southern accent, something she only does when worried Wilona: Baby, it’s been months since your daddy died. You gotta get over this.