Eight

Eight...

Cally's POV

I woke up because of the smell of fried rice with eggs and hotdogs that was cooked by my brother, David.

I got up and walked straight to it and there was my brother, setting up our mini yet a comfy table.

"Good morning, Cally," he said.

"Sister, I told yah," I folded my arms.

"Please, Cally. Just let me call you by your name?" he pleaded as he pouted his mouth.

I rolled my eyes and said, "What's wrong with calling me sister?"

He put fried rice on mom's plate and answered, "Well, I wanna be mature, and you look younger to me for me to call you sister," he rolled his eyes making me giggle. Yeah, my younger brother had matured, his voice, his height, his masculines, and he honestly look older than I am.

"Do you like how baby face your sister is?" I teased and he chuckled.

"Cally..."

"I said sister!" I interrupted.