From then on, every single weekend, Sabina came home with me.
My mom knew she was my roommate, so whenever Sabina visited, she'd prepare all kinds of good food for her.
Sabina played her part well too—she'd help mop the floors and wipe down the tables.
Every time my dad saw her doing chores, he'd stop her.
"Sabina, you don't need to do that. Go watch TV with Maisie."
"It's fine, Mr. Stephens. I do this all the time at home."
"Look at Sabina—what a thoughtful girl. If only you were my daughter too, then I'd have two little angels."
I never expected her to take a throwaway comment so seriously.
"How about I call you my godparents? That way Maisie and I would be real sisters. My birthday's before hers, so I'd be the older sister."
"Godfather, Godmother—from now on, I'll take care of you both just like Maisie does!"
My mom looked at her awkwardly. "We appreciate the sentiment, sweetie, but our family doesn't really do the godparent thing."
Sabina acted like she hadn't heard a word. She kept right on calling them Godfather and Godmother.
My mom wanted to correct her, but my dad muttered under his breath, "If she wants to call us that, just let her. Don't embarrass the poor girl."