Her irrational insistence
“My mom’s lunch is today,” Emily pressed, her tone sharp with stubbornness. I blinked, struggling to process what she was saying. What did that have to do with my brother? “It’s just lunch,” I answered, baffled. How could a meal possibly outweigh the day I set aside to honor him? Her relentless insistence carved a distance between us, one I wasn’t willing to cross.
Her Irrational Insistence
The Debate Starts
We stood locked in a silent standoff, neither of us willing to bend. “Ryan, come on, it’s just one day,” Emily pressed, her arms crossed tightly. But I held my ground—this day belonged to my brother. Our voices clashed, rising and falling until frustration hung heavy in the air, filling the room with unspoken words. I shook my head, feeling the rift between us stretch wider with every breath.
The Debate Starts
