I was unhappy about it but went along in the end.
Some ideas have been drilled into me since birth by my mom's endless brainwashing.
As the older sister, I'm not supposed to compete with my younger brother.
As soon as I walked in, a chubby little ball of energy came charging at me - my 3-year-old nephew, looking just like his fat-headed dad.
Smack! A rubber dart stuck to my forehead.
"You're dead! Aunt, you're dead!"
The kid's gleeful shouts brought my mom out. She took one look at me and burst out laughing.
When I angrily flicked the dart away, she instantly switched to a displeased tone.
"Why'd you come empty-handed?" she scolded.
"Visiting without even bringing something for your nephew to eat or drink?"
"Cheapskate, cheapskate! Aunt is a cheapskate!"
My undisciplined little brat of a nephew stuck his tongue out at me.
I couldn't be bothered with his spoiled antics - he was raised by my mom, what do you expect?
Ethan isn't married yet, but mom said he used to have a girlfriend. She got pregnant before marriage, had the baby, then took off.
While mom was cooking in the kitchen, I went in to help.
I brought up the money Ford gave her.