Hope was sitting on her bed when my mother walked into the room. She looked miserable. I had noticed that she looked increasingly unhappy lately, but I didn't know why.
"What's wrong, baby?" my mother asked, sitting next to her on the bed.
My mother wrapped her left arm around her shoulders and used her right hand to push her bangs out of her face. That comforting touch looked gentle and loving as I watched them.
"Oh, Mom," my sister replied, "I don't know what I did, but Daniel has been avoiding me for the past week. He never talks to me anymore, and...he doesn't even look at me like he used to."
I saw my mother's hand freeze with a lock of Hope's hair draped over her fingers.
"What do you mean?" she asked softly.
Hope looked up at her—and toward the camera—and bit her lip. She look
