“Ma’s busy. She has work soon, she can’t come running just because you have a headache. Take a Tylenol and deal with it. Grow up"
Ooooowww—
My little brother wanders past, pajamas trailing from his hands.
“Ari, tell Ma to come,” I croak.
My mouth is dry. My head is spinning. Am I going to faint? No, I got dizzy a few times recently, and nothing happened, except yesterday was worse than usual and today is even worse—
Henny barges into my room a minute later.
“What’s the big deal?” she demands. Hands on hips, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. Big sisters, ugh.
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