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      My aunt served us each large spoonfuls of eggs.

      “Omid, what did I tell you about being nice to Nioucha?” Aunt Minoo said. “She is our guest. Treat her like a sister.”

      “But I already have a sister,” Omid said. “I don’t want another one!”

      “You will do as I say,” Aunt Minoo said. “And you will apologize.”

      Omid dropped his gaze and mumbled, “Sorry.”

      “Okay,” I said.

      Aunt Minoo sat to my left, cupped my chin, and kissed me on the cheek. I loved her round face, button nose, dark brown hair, and big green eyes. Her kids had her features, except their eyes were the color of milk chocolate.