Before I can fall too deep into my thoughts about Asa, my bedroom door flies open and I whip around to find Ian standing there.
"Dad's home and he wants to see you," my brother informs me before turning and leaving my room.
I get up and start down the steps, where I can hear my father clamoring around in the kitchen. After a brief greeting, my brothers join us downstairs and at the table, where my father has placed my favorite form of take-out- Chinese food. We all take our respective seats and my brothers wait barely a second before opening their big fat mouths. Given, they're prompted by our father, who asks: "so how was lunch?"
As if suddenly shoved back into the tense situation with Asa, my siblings all glance at me. "Good," Sam answers and I feel a sense of gratitude towards my eld
