Fiction | April 24, 2018

Mother bends over Older Sister and hovers above Qian as if she is searching for a secret to keep from us: Father in his newly bought Li-Ning winter jacket and me, Little Brother, though I don’t call myself Little Brother outside because my parents don’t want to call more attention to us as a two-child household. It’s good to be better than the people around you, but not too much better.

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