"You useless girl."
Samara wasn't angry. She giggled and said, "Sister is too excellent, so as her younger sister, I don't have to work so hard. Dear Sister, thank you for your hard work. Here, let me massage your legs for you!"
Samara walked over, sat on the soft carpet by Sienna Johnson's feet, and genuinely started massaging her legs. Sienna pushed her. "Go away!"
"Oh dear, Sister despises me. Samara is so heartbroken."
"What's wrong with you? Why are you behaving more and more erratically?"
Sienna looked at her sister and noticed that her personality had become much livelier. She hoped her sister would always stay happy.
Samara stuck out her tongue, leaned against Sienna, and didn't get up.
"Connie, do you like red? I'll paint your nails with red polish, okay?"
Sienna saw her daughter, Curly, sitting on the carpet painting Connie's nails. Connie obviously didn't like it but didn't stop her.
"Curly, stop bullying Connie, do you hear me?"
