"Drink it while it's hot. I added red dates—good for your energy."
I stood to the side.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
She glanced at me and pointed toward the kitchen.
"There's leftover porridge in the pot. Heat it up yourself. You're grown—do I still need to wait on you?"
The red date milk was freshly made. The porridge was sour.
"Sis, your pajamas are pretty comfortable. Give them to me?"
Carrie tugged at the collar.
"You have tons of clothes anyway. Dylan and I just got back and our luggage got lost—we don't have anything clean to change into."
I walked over and stared at that pajama set.
"Take them off."
The room went still. Carrie froze, her eyes welling up as she looked at Mom.
"Mom… look at her! She won't even part with one old piece of clothing!"
"What the hell is wrong with you, Georgia?"
Mom threw down the rag and jabbed a finger at my face.
"What's the big deal if your sister wears one of your outfits? You're exactly like that dead grandma of yours! Selfish!"
"This was an engagement gift from Colin."
I stared at Carrie.
"Take them off. Don't make me say it a third time."
She shrank back under my gaze.
"Fine, I'll take them off. What's the big deal."