I parked the car anticipating the stress of meeting my brother at home. Peace, that's all I wanted. How hard could it be? Just one day was all I needed. I found myself thinking about my vacation again.
I opened the door of the house holding several bags. Edmon spotted me quickly and came to meet me, ready to help me. “What's all this stuff?” he asked, as he took some from my hands and carried it into the kitchen. “I told you, when you require help with the shopping, you can call me,” he said. “I'm never busy for my sister,” he said. Edmon loved to play the good brother, and that annoyed me most of the time. It wasn't that I didn't like him, because I loved him, but he behaved worse than our father.
“It's just the month's shopping, Edmon,” I said, sighing, as I handed him the bags and ret
