“Notice how she got it right on the second try, then kept going!” I giggled. “Then reduced us to birth order!” Cumin roared, doubling over in a fit of laughter. Chili did his best to regain a straight face and slammed his fist on the table. “Spare male child! Listen to your ma!” he ordered, his face breaking into a grin. “SPARE MALE CHILD.” I wheezed, trying not to choke on my stolen bacon. The spare male threw himself on the table in a fit of drama. “Is that all I am to you, mother?! A spare in case Chili perishes in the Great War?” Ma eyed him with the most deadpan face I’d ever seen in all
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This family dynamic is everything
