When we’re finished with our food, I’m the first to stand. I gather the empty plates and stack them on top of each other. I add the silverware and shove my chair out of the way. “I can do that,” Madeline says, grabbing a knife and a fork.”I made the mess.” “Nope.” I take the fork from her grasp and head for the kitchen with footsteps trailing behind me. “My mom always told me the person who cooks is the person who gets a pass on cleaning up. I didn’t lift a finger tonight, so this is my job. I got it.” “I don’t mind. Really.” I hum, setting all the dirty dishes in the sink. “Save your energy
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OH MY YUMMY
