Sugar Boo

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Andrew

I moaned at the taste of my mom's signature oatmeal banana bread, savoring every mouthful of caramely-soft banana which was sprinkled with toasted nuts on top and whatever else she puts in my breakfast. It was so tasty that after eating it I could feel the explosion of flavors on my tongue.

Just then my sister showed up, waltzing into the kitchen, and gave me a perfect eye roll. I ignored her and took one last bite of my bread and reached out for a gallon milk jug on the table. Before I could pour myself a glass of milk, she came up behind me and casually smacked me on the side of my head.

"What the fuck, Olivia?" I groaned in annoyance.

"Andrew, watch your language," my dad spoke in his serious tone.

I glanced at him who was sitting from across the table, his face hidden behind a newspaper while his coffee remained untouched. Dad had been really quiet throughout the period of my sitting here and eating with him in the same place but now that I decided to voice out some colorful words towards his daughter, he decides to speak up?

Of course, he would defend his favorite child.

"Stop having sex with the food." Olivia deadpanned as she settled into a kitchen chair beside me and pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

I repeated her exact words in the Sponge Bob mocking meme voice and she delivered another well-executed eye roll.

Her last night kimono nightdress captured my attention. "It's Monday. Aren't you supposed to dress up for school?"

As if on cue our mom came to the table bringing two bowls of Greek yogurt topped with various sliced, fresh fruits and chopped nuts -- one in each hand and handed a bowl to my sister since she only preferred yogurt for breakfast. Mom spooned some of her own yogurt into her mouth after she sat down next to Olivia.

Then, she centered her attention on me. "Liv's been suspended for punching a girl in the," she paused, thinking up the right word, then proceeded. "Chest."

"Boob," Olivia corrected my mom. "Why are you so afraid to say boobs?"

That raised my eyebrows. At this point, even a blind could see that my sister had anger issues -- which she'd just discovered now, which was very opposite to her old self. To this day, I  still have no idea what changed her. As I became the quieter and studios child, she turned out to be the skeptical sibling with a harsher attitude.

I didn't even realize she was on suspension. Maybe because I no longer had any interest in poking my nose into her affair. Though I missed the way we used to sit in bed together, talking about random things and asking about each other's day. Sadly, it was just constant bickering now.

Mom rubbed her temples dramatically at her daughter's blatant demeanor. It appeared that her obsession over the Spanish novela had also contributed to her whole exaggerated behavior this morning.

"You hit someone? That's so not you," I said sarcastically with a scoff.

"On her right tit to be accurate," Olivia replied smugly and loaded some chilled yogurt on the spoon.

Before I knew it, a thick glob of yogurt flew in my direction, and luckily I was quick enough to dodge. "You're such an ass, Liv!" I glared at my snickering sister.

"Miles, you have something to say about the kids fighting in front of the food?" Our mom called out to her husband for help.

Dad lowered his newspaper and had his icy stare travel to his children's faces. We both froze in our chairs and waited for his next words. "I'm good," he replied shortly and went on with his reading.