Amy’s POV
Great, now my brother thinks that I am an a**hole too.
This day cannot get better, huh?
Aside from the fact that I might not just get to taste that wonderful and aromatic beef brisket that had been tormenting us for the past twelve hours and the homemade sherbet that we all love, my parents could have just waited until I closed the door in Ed’s room and have another round of the fights that they stopped having since the day that I basically asked them to stop doing.
I was demented for asking them to stop and be the catalyst for another.
I sunk on Ed’s soft and toys studded bed. His bed was smaller than ours and unlike ours that looked very practical---mom and dad had commissioned a seasoned carpenter to make him a bed that closely resembled a rocket ship since his longest fa
