The top shelf of the pantry had always been a fortress, a place where my mother kept the "good cookies"—the imported chocolate wafers that were strictly rationed in our house. For most of my life, I had been the gatekeeper.
I was about to do just that when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was firm, and it pushed me back a step. tall younger sister story full
Without a word, Lily reached over my head—literally over my head—grabbed the box, and handed it to me with a smirk. The top shelf of the pantry had always