A little while later, I heard knocking at the door. I set down the spatula and went to answer it.
"Are you deaf, girl? I've been knocking forever!" My mom snapped at me, then bent down to help my brother take off his shoes.
He was holding fried skewers in one hand and bubble tea in the other, waving them at me with a smug grin. "Too bad, you don't get any! Ha!"
I ignored him. I was used to his teasing by now. Turning back to the kitchen, I focused on the food. My brother was always eating junk-- fried food, sugary drinks, anything unhealthy. The house was always stocked with cases of soda and juice, and if we ran out, my mom would rush to buy more. So even though he was still in elementary school, my brother weighed over 180 pounds. He couldn't walk a few steps without panting, and all he did after school was lie on the couch playing video games.
Before all this started, I used to tell him to eat better and exercise. But no one listened. My mom said he had a "lucky figure," and they both accused me of being jealous. I got chewed out for even bringing it up.