I swirl my spoon around my oatmeal bowl when my brother walks into the kitchen and rummages through the cabinet for his cereal.

"Good morning, how was your sleep?" He asks grabbing his cereal and pouring it into a bowl.

I eye him closely "Good morning, it was ok. How was yours? "

He moves to sit across from me, he smiles and tussles my hair " It was good. I don't have work today; do you want to do something together today?" he takes a spoonful of his cereal

"Let's walk to the park together" I answer

"Sounds good!" He response

"I got a job at The Chef" I...