Danny
"I should've listened to mom when she said I'm spreading myself too thin. When you called me this morning, I should've said f**k you."
My brother, Javier, laughs as he takes a drink of his water. "If I have to help today then you do too. Don't think you're so special."
"I'm not, it's just some of us have different jobs," I complain. It's always an argument between us over why I'm not working as much as they are.
"And some of us are better looking than our younger siblings," he smirks, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair.
"What the f**k ever; think whatever you want. I'm better looking and can work you under the table."
"I heard mom talked to you about working with us yesterday." He ignores my comment, which doesn't surprise me.
"Yeah, she did. That was
