Perceptions

Both siblings stared at the nugget left on the plate they had been sharing breakfast. The elder knew she was not going to eat it. Her stomach felt full already. They had been set on fixing themselves with junk food: french fries, nuggets and coke for breakfast. Neither cared about gaining weight though.

"You're not going to finish that are you?" Her brother asked, smirking.

"Huh?" She asked, slightly disoriented, her lips licking on the barbeque sauce on her fingertips. "Um, no. I'm too full already," she answered, sighing.

"That's not the reason," her brother rolled his eyes. "You never finish the food."

Her brows scrunched up in protest. "What do you mean I never finish the food? I'm just full, dude."

"No," he contradicted again, "You never finish the last piece on the plate. Not when you're sharing with one of us. You always stop."

She did not know how to respond to that.

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*a conversation with one of my brothers on Sunday morning.