“You are the princess of this castle. All of this is yours,” I tell her. “I’m the princess? Really?” she asks. “Yep. Although maybe don’t tell your Aunt Aliyah that. She’s been the princess a really long time. She might not like the idea of being dethroned.” I laugh when I see my sister walking towards us. “I have an aunt?” “You have an aunt and two uncles. And a grandfather,” I tell her. “Do you think they will like me?” Graycee whispers. “They will love you.”
