Lately, there has been lots of fighting. I mean, screaming, hitting, slamming her brother's head and fingers in her bedroom door. That's why her daddy had to remove her bedroom door.
She says mean things like, "You ruin every day of my life that you're in it."
She yells that she'll kick him in the face if he talks to her again.
Then there are moments like tonight when she loves him and asks if she can read him a bedtime story. They snuggle up in bed together in his bed and she reads a Skippy Jon Jones book in her best Mexican accent.
Then, they hug and kiss each other goodnight, and I know that one day they won't want to beat each other up.
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