My dad was in the basement, watching TV. It seemed like the nine other members of our family were all upstairs. The kitchen was noisy.
My nine year old brother started shouting at my mom. She had just given him his lunch and it included a piece of bread. Now she was doing something else and wasn’t reacting to him anymore.
“Mom! Mom! Honey!? Mom?” He wanted to know if he could have honey.
She finally had a mini-explosion. She slammed some random item down.
“Sam! I am not a slave!”
She handed him the plate she had just finished preparing. A sandwich and chips.
“Now take this down to your father, and tell him a drink is on the way.”