"Don't let your mashed potatoes fall to the table! Caleb!" My aunt yelled, making Caleb look up from his plate of food before he dropped the spoon filled with the tiny mountain of mashed potatoes he hadn't moved to his mouth. He had been zoning off for a while, and it was starting to piss his mother off since he was playing with his food instead of eating it.
"Sorry," he muttered, and his mother just sighed before turning her attention to her daughter who was on her phone.
"Candice—"
"I'll drop my phone, just give me a second," she said, biting her bottom lip as he clicked on her phone's screen furiously. She was probably playing a game — probably piano tiles. She loved it. I laughed, looking away from them to turn to Maxwell who had been extremely quiet for the past half an hour. It wa
