I nearly tripped over my brother’s socks that he left in the hallway.. again! I kicked them into his room, the door of which was open enough to do so.
“Hey!” His voice came out annoyed.
“Stop leaving them in the hallway,” I huffed.
“if it bothers you, why don’t you do my laundry and help me out?” His voice was smug.
I peeked in to shoot him a look, “We’re all victims of the Patriarchy to some degree, but you’re more like a collaborator, and collaborators get shot when the revolution comes. Just saying.” My voice was sing song as I went on down the hall towards the kitchen.
