Marcus
Rebecca is gazing at me with an expectant look, her eyes probing for more information about my family. It's as if she's silently urging me to open up, to share stories and details. But, the truth is, an invisible barrier holds my words back.
I feel an overwhelming hesitation to get into the topic, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest at the thought of discussing them. Not only do I not want to talk about my parents, but even the idea of talking about Natalie feels like opening a door to a room I'd rather keep shut.
"What's your sister's name? Is she younger or older?" Rebecca asks.
I force myself not to sigh. Those are fair questions to ask me. After all, I started it by being curious about her family.
"My sister…Her name is Natalie, and she is three years younger than me," I reply.
"And your parents? What do they…"
