"You have no idea." she smirked at that knowing her sister would have argued that point. Roxy knew she had been a handful, after witnessing their mother's violent and disturbing death the little girl had been angry and violent in her own right. How she had managed her back then was beyond her especially as she hadn't been very much older than Roxy at the time herself.
"But as rough as it is I know she loves me and she knows I love her. Things aren't perfect but we have each other, well maybe not as much since I took off and she stayed home but I know she'll always let me come home if I need to." she shrugged. "She likes to play mom and I let her, after all she has to deal with the crushing blow of not being me." that last part was a bad joke but it made her smile.