![]() ![]() This is a routine between me and Vi that’s as old as we are. “That they are, but you know they’ll figure it out. They are still too dependent on you, and you have to stop helping them solve all of their problems.” I’ve been telling them for years that they need to move out of Dad’s house. ![]() “Vi, just hang up on them when they get like that. My reply is slow and controlled because I know that’s exactly what Vi needs to hear. If they weren’t full-grown, professional athletes, I swear they’d be in a case study for how apes could function in society. ![]() Our three younger brothers are far too similar to the Three Stooges. I silently apologise to the hair stylist attempting to gel my hair. I have to pull it away from my ear to prevent my eardrum from rupturing. The speaker on my mobile rattles from the shrill tone of her voice. He’s absolutely going mental because he had to take a train to the stadium since Tanner and Booker left for practice without him and Dad’s out scouting a new player and, oh my God, I’m going to lose it! These are grown men!” “G ARETH!” M Y SISTER’S LOUD VOICE echoes through the phone as soon as I answer the call. ![]()
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