"Ooo, Such hard choices, I guess, wait I should ask. What kind of cereal?"
"Shredded Wheat, Plain."
"Ooo, I'll take not that. Pop-Tart please."
They laugh together, the sound truly joyful to both of them and most importantly real. They slowly walk out to the kitchen and pull the Pop-Tarts from the cupboard. They plop down at the tiny table and munch on a package each. Then Tommy looks at her then at the last package then at her and back. She grabs for it but Tommy is faster and gets it first.
He then taunts her, "Yummy a second Pop-Tart for me... none for you."
He grins and chuckles. Then opens the package and hands her one while keeping the second, splitting it like they used to as kids. Again they laugh at the old game.
"I love you Tommy. My little brother being there for me, it's
