[color=92278f][i]Florence[/i][/color]

Florence watched her sister leave the room, slowly realizing the scope of the conversation. How it had escalated within minutes - no seconds. She was sitting on the edge of the chair, replaying Sydney's sudden outburst in her head. Her fierce protection of Kaleb. She even had used her grandmothers quotes, even though the latter had filed for divorce for three times during her life, living with four different husbands. Maybe bad luck in relationships ran through their family. Either way, it didn't justify Sydney's cold attitude. Florence tried to understand her sister's unconditional love for her fiance, but simply couldn't. Her happiness obscured her view, made her blind to the obvious: It was time to grow up and wash her own laundry. 

However, as Florence stood up and continued to paint the room, she didn't feel reassured. She hated to admit it, but her sisters words had struck a nerve in her. She was right. She shouldn't focus on the bad moments. From now an, she would shift her attention to her unborn baby and put him or her first. Sydney had made her decision to give Kaleb preference. Florence made hers.