It’s 8:00 and dinner’s ready. My mother calls me down and me and my two older brothers get downstairs, my brothers play fighting as they go downstairs. “Watch out for Dionne, Patrick!” Anthony says. I walk downstairs, a plain expression on my face. “Boys!” my father yells suddenly. I jump at how loud he gets. “Stop with the playing!” he yells again. “Yes sir.” They both say, sitting at the table. “Benjamin, calm down, they’re boys.” Says my mother. “Watch your tongue.” Father spat back. I sit at the table, not saying anything. My father, sitting at the head of the table, looks at me with his eyebrow up. “Dionne, where are your manners?” he says. “Sorry father. Good evening. Good evening, mother.” I say, bowing my head to both of them. “Why don’t you get up and get me a beer?” he says to me with an evil smirk on his face. “Yes, father.” I say, respectfully. I’m always used to this treatment. Sit back, be respectful, don’t put up a fuss, do what I’m told, and I’ll be fine. I re
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