Big Brothers, Little Sister

Pancakes

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Tara's Perspective (Baby Sister, 12)

I grinned at my own joke, trying to not let my sigh of relief escape from within. Gazing lovingly at my three eldest brothers, I nearly started crying, but managed to hold it in as I gently placed my bag down on the polished wooden floorboards next to our dining table, grabbing out my French books and stationery. Before I started work, I abruptly pulled Carter into a hug, smothering myself in his warm embrace. In a bit, he let go with a smile and I walked over to Ethan, who easily picked me up off the ground into another warm hug, although not for as long. When I let go, I could see that pearly tears built up in his eyes, and I gave him a small peck on his forehead before racing over to Author for cuddles. He clasped me, making me squirm playfully, but we both knew neither minded. After all that, I sighed and plopped onto my chair, throwing my French textbook open. "I hate French."

I felt a light slap on my arm and looked up to see Carter smiling and shaking his head amusedly. "No attitude young lady. Behave."

"Yes Sir." As I nodded my head reluctantly, a sliver of a smile surfacing again, I noticed Ethan occasionally sniffling, as if holding back tears, but I knew better than to look. Flicking my pages so I was on the right lesson, my hell- I mean Monday- began.

Ethan's Perspective (Third Eldest Brother, 23)

As I squeezed my younger sister lovingly, I could only think of how much she reminds me of our mother. Tara lived in a massive place inside my heart, and I knew that she would be something special one day. Salty tears, resembling miniature raindrops, pooled up in the brim of my eyelids, and all I could do is sniffle. Watching my little sister's attitude, and my elder brother's caring gaze, I soon stood up and excused myself to go cook breakfast. The thing is, I hate French too. "Excuse me, I'll be right back with some pancakes."

A grin drifted back my face as another plastered itself on Tara's. "Yay! Thanks Ethan!"

"You're welcome, now finish your French work properly, baby." I chuckled at her excitement, knowing pancakes were her favourite. "Sweet pancakes today, what topping do you want?"

"Maple syrup for me please, Ethan." Author winked at me slyly, turning back to the table.

"Blackberry jam, please." Carter replied, nodding at me thankfully. "Thanks bro."

"Ooh! Chocolate sauce!" Tara excitedly announced, staring at me hopefully.

Walking over, I gently flicked her forehead with a small smile, ruffling her hair like I always do. "Finish your sentences, Tara. Manners?"

"Chocolate sauce, please." Tara huffed while rolling her eyes, which I addressed with annoyance, eying at her pointedly. "Of course hon, but that's your second strike."

Tara sighed regretfully, but soon after nodded with a huge grin. "Thanks, bubba!"

"Coming right up!" I strolled off into the kitchen, face breaking into a grin as I bustled across the various pots and pans. Pouring out my pre-made mixture, I quickly cooked out a few stacks of fluffy, delicious pancakes, separated into four plates. Adding a few generous dollops of ice cream onto the plate, I smothered the treat with the chosen topping, adding strawberry jam on mine. With a satisfied smile, I waltzed back into the living room, carefully placing the plates on the glistening table.