“I hate her!” Caoimhe cried, throwing herself face down on her bed. “I wish she wasn’t here!” “Don’t say that,” one of her friends from school said while he rubbed her shoulder. He was the only boy at her party. “I have younger brothers and sisters, too, and they throw tantrums all the time.” “Not like her, they don’t,” Caoimhe wailed into her pillow. “You clearly haven’t met Joey,” the boy replied. “Shh, come on, it’s not the end of the world.”
Joey😣
