Sta.sh
"I love you more than the flowers love the rain." It was a game my father used to play with me when I was very little. Every night, he'd find a new way to compare his love for me. I was his only son, the only child. When my first sister was born, he would have to find two different ways to compare his love for us every night, and by the third child, he gave up that game all together. I guess it became too much of a hassle, or else he didn't want to spark jealousy amongst us. Three daughters and one boy is what my family became. I was instantly promoted to sous-manofthehouse, which meant no more games for me and Papa. It's been like that for so long, I almost forgot those games…
He ran the family like he ran the restaurant. Nothing was slow-paced, and there was a constant queue of orders. As sous-manofthehouse, I took on the brunt of the responsibilities, while my sisters had few chores. I didn't complain; I loved my sisters and would have done the work for them anyway, even without being told to do so, but with such a big family it was impossible not to be a little jealous.....
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