“Yeah, dad keeps trying to like -- ugh. Talk to me, about you. Like, ooh have you heard from your brother, what’s he doing, blah .. blah, fucking blah...” hands clasp around her mug, taking a slow sip on her cup of warm milk. There is a painfully dragged out eye roll before she lowers her mug and gives him a small, deadpan look. “So, can you just like -- call him, or something. Because I’m fucking sick of being the little piggy in the middle, like --- honestly.” / ( @ghulardi is in for some old fashion sibling love. )

















