It was Ginny's first dinner with us. We were having a celebration.
I smiled at the creamy cake and even wider when my eyes landed on the platter of Buffalo chicken wings! The best dish in the whole universe!
The sight and smell made my mouth water. I could hardly wait to dig in and dip them into the bowl of blue cheese dressing!
But just as I reached for a piece, my brother pushed my hand away and grabbed the whole platter. My mouth opened in shock, and my heart sank into my stomach.
He smiled big as he handed Ginny the platter. "Here, Ginny. You gotta try this," he said. "Mom's chicken wings are the best!"
I put my hand back on the napkin on my lap under the table and stared at the chicken wings on Ginny's plate.
"Ch-Charlie?" I said quietly when the platter rested near Ginny, hoping he'd serve it to me, too.
But instead, he turned to me with his forehead furrowing like he was fed up. "You're already as fat as a pig!" he snapped. "Let her eat! Stop being selfish!"
I felt my cheeks burning like a pie left forgotten in the oven.
"I-I-I'm not!" I stammered, unsure if I was defending myself against being called a pig or a selfish girl. "I wasn't trying to stop her!"