Sandra looked at Carli. Besides the fact that she heard what her daughter had said, she noticed that something was different about her niece. Carli was sitting on her favorite couch. The navy blue one with the six cushions that were different shades of blue.
Sandra sat beside her. She didn't look at her at first. She just sat beside her and stared at the loveseat.
After two minutes had past and her aunt still had not breathed a word, Carli cleared her throat and spoke up.
"Aunty, I'm really sorry if you feel disappointed in me. I didn't mean to fight Lissa. She slapped me and it really hurt," she said.
Sandra turned and looked at her. "Why did she slap you?" she asked her.
