"You're plenty smart, Roxy. There's different types of intelligence. I couldn't do what you can do with cars and bikes." There would not be much convincing her until she was more confident.

"Goodnight, Roxy. Sleep well." Devika went back to her own room, which was her childhood room that had been updated. The walls were a soft yellow color, and they'd upgraded her bed to a larger one, which was nice. Devika sunk into the soft sheets, and surrounded by familiar scents and sounds, was asleep very quickly.

The next day broke to the scent of eggs and bacon. Devika's father was actually a decent cook when he had time for it, and it seemed he was whipping up breakfast. Devika got up, did the usual morning routine, and tiptoed down the hall to check on Roxy.