"Hey little bro, how you feeling?" Sophia smiled as she walked into the room. That was the thing about my big sis; she always had a smile on her face. No matter how I was feeling, she had a way of making me feel bet-ter.
"So-so." I tried to wave my hand, but between the blood tests, radiography and everything else that Emma had organized for them to do today, I was exhausted.
"That good, huh?"
I nodded.
"Where's Emma? I've been looking for her every-where."
"Dunno."
"Oh," she said sadly.
"So, did you guys talk?"
I shook my head.
"Well, I think that you guys should talk."
She was the fixer, the one that tried to solve every-one's problems. I used to wonder as a kid if she had some magic wand that hid how she was really feeling inside. She must have felt sad occasionally. No one could be happy all the time. Or maybe I took all the miserable genes and she had only the happy genes.