Lyla
I inhaled deeply as I stepped out of the SUV onto the tarmac to wait for the door to the private plane my two little nieces were on to open. I could see their little faces looking out of the window. Hanna, waving enthusiastically while Tiffany, so much like myself, stared with a small smile. She was a little more lively than I was at that age, but still not like her identical twin sister.
I watched as the plane door opened and Hanna, followed by Tiffany, walked down the stairs and both ran to me. I wasn’t one to be openly affectionate, but I was to kids. Babies, toddlers, young kids, teenagers. I have a soft spot for children.
I opened my arms and the girls slammed into my small body. At thirteen, both girls were taller than my 5’3" stature. They were both 5’5", and I could
