So, yes, we sisters are still bitter because he got to wear jeans to school and got to . . . well, he got to do whatever he wanted. But, the good that came from this is I believe there is a tinge of guilt and he sure makes up for it. Isaiah spoiled me and brought me home for a weekend to Indy. I love you, Zaya, and thank you so much. You are so good to us girls.
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