*Brooke*
I can’t help smiling, as I watch my father and Logan have a deep conversation about small Independent businesses and the best way to advertise… My parents no doubt adore Logan and it makes me so happy.
“Khalan... come have dinner”. My mother calls out when the door opens and then closes.
He walks in, giving us a look of loathing. “No thanks... I have no desire to join the cookie show”.
“The cookie show ?” My mom looks confused and I seriously want to hit my brother. She does not deserve this.
“Yeah... four oreos and a canadian cracker”. He rolls his eyes.
My father sighs. “Why are you so angry, Khalan ? We have not raised you to think like this”.
“No you raised me to be a sheep and not think for myself. Just look at my sisters. Brooke is trying so hard to be white
