By 10 a.m., she had reorganized my spice rack alphabetically (“for efficiency”), declared my sofa “acceptable but basic,” and challenged me to a Mario Kart race with a bet: if she won, I’d take her to the water park. If I won, she’d read one chapter of a book of my choice.
On the fridge, she’d left a drawing: two stick figures, one tall, one small, under a yellow sun. The caption read: “Auntie vs. The Brat – Summer Repack 20231122 – 10/10 would install again.” I smiled. Then I texted her mom: “Same time next year?” summer vacation with a female brat 20231122 repack hot
She wasn’t wrong.