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"What do you want to eat, Sammy?" I ask my little brother.

"Anything, I know we don't have much."

I look through the fridge and cabinets. "Mac n' cheese?"

"Sure."

"Wanna get that pot and fill it with water?"

"Yeah." He looks for the pot and fills it with water.

As the water fills the pot, we hear the door open. Dad walks into the kitchen and looks at us. "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner." I say blankly.

"For?"

"Sammy."

"Not your own father?"

"D-do you want some?" Sammy asks timidly.

Dad looks to Sammy and smiles. "Sure, kiddo." He pats Sammy on the back and Sammy jumps in fear. "No need to be scared, Samuel, okay?" Sammy doesn't say anything and dad digs his fingers into Sammy's shoulder. "Okay!?" He raises his voice a little. My fists ball in anger.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good." He let's go of Sammy and walks to his room on the other aide of the house.

"Sammy, are you okay?" I ask, walking over to him.

"Ye-yeah, I'm good."

"Sammy."

"I'm fine."

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