“You do know we’re too old for this, right?” Crisanta asked, adjusting the hem of her babydoll before readying her sleepy eyes for the camera’s flash.
“Well, Camelia can’t just do it by herself,” her mom told her. “Kalina, could you maybe smile a little for me?”
Kalina sighed and stopped gnawing at her bottom lip, putting on a fake, though passable, smile. She was obviously still not in the best mood – she’d been supposed to go play some game or something the day before, but, since she was grounded, she hadn’t been able to. Crisanta didn’t see how that was any big deal, but she’d decided it best not to tell Kalina that.
“If you say so,” Crisanta shrugged, beaming for the camera, curling both hands around the handle of her currently empty basket.