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came for the weekend. Mom flustered over him feeding him anything imaginable. I felt partly neglected on that weekend, it was as if I wasn’t even there. I was both fond of the memory but sad at the thought. What will Mom have to say about all this and my crazy accusations? I still didn’t even have anything to grasp onto firmly other than being upset by what people thought. But even I knew that was petty and it wasn’t the reason why I was mad, I simply couldn’t pin it, which infuriated me more.
                  We drove down my Mother’s street, parking in the driveway. The front light was on waiting for our arrival. Hayden dipped his head to peer up, he was looking at where my sister’s room was located and the light was on.
                  “She’s home,” I said with a smile. He shot me a glare.
                  “I know that, I am just wondering if I could do a runner before she gets down here so I don’t get shot about these stupid containers.”
                  I laughed as I pointed out Megan, who was walking through the front door and towards us. “I think you missed your chance.” I heard him say something behind me as I slipped out of the car and opened my arms wide for my sister. She had a large smile as she hugged me. We looked so different, I was more curvaceous in comparison to her sporty figure. Yet there were certain elements that people couldn’t question if we had the same parents. The tan Latino skin was a definite indicator.
                  Hayden came around the back of the car with my suitcase. Megan put her hands on her hips.
                  “What no hug for me?” He said cockily.
                  “How many did you lose?” She accused. He looked offended by the accusation. I was distracted by Ethan who was nine, and Christian, seven, who now ran out yelling Auntie.
                  Hayden hugged Megan energetically and playfully. “It was only one but I swear I will buy you a bigger and better one.”
                  “You think your charm and hug will trick me,” Megan said trying to break from his hug. I rolled my eyes at the two who so evidently had gotten closer since I last saw them together at my mother’s birthday party where I introduced Damon to them. I had always put a ban on it, but surprisingly now after all these years, they were actually a really good match. Even better, Ethan and Christian really liked him too.
                  I hugged them both dearly pressing kisses to their foreheads, much to their distaste. Apparently they were now at the age that slobbery kisses weren’t cool.
                  “Hayden, I bought a new soccer ball,” Ethan pushed Megan out of the way and tugged on Hayden’s hand. “Can you show me again how to bounce it on my knee? I tried but the last ball I had was crap and-”
                  “Ethan!” Megan lectured. Hayden began to laugh. Christian was now also tugging on Hayden’s shirt. He was slightly more fragile than Ethan.
                  “Can you show me too Mr. Zilch,” he said in a respectful student tone.
                  “Why can’t you speak more like your younger brother,” Megan exemplified to Ethan. How I had missed them. Hayden laughed and crouched in front of them.
                  “It’s getting pretty late now, but what if I come over some other time soon and show you?” He looked at Megan expectantly to see if it was okay. He then smiled charismatically. “But you have to convince your mommy that if I do this, we are even for a tiny little container that I lost.”
                  “You know they call that a thing right,” Megan said accusingly. “Like you manipulating young children and stuff. That’s a crime.”
                  He flashed a dashing smile. It was almost sickening watching the