Sierra
Luna was hilarious, and so were the aunts and uncles. I was not to call them by anything else except for Zia and Zio, and Luna told me that if I called her Luna one more time, she was going to knock my knuckles with a wooden spoon. My face hurt from all the smiling.
Mama P and Mama have gotten along like two peas in a pod. When I told Mama P about the twins and handed her their picture, she burst into tears. She called Sasha, Alexi, and Lorena to stand in front of her in a line. I felt guilty, but not guilty enough to stop the smile forming on my face as she scolded them.
“Your baby sister can give me two babies at once. ONCE! I can’t get you three married off to proper people.”
“I was married mama,” Lorena said.
“I said to proper people. Like young Marcus. Sierra’s gua
