My family was sitting at the kitchen table in our usual spots- me, my younger brother, and my parents. My mother cooked a typical week night meal. We had already said the blessing and I was trying to tell my parents about my day. My brother informed me that I was bothering him. Basically he didn't like my tone and said I was grouchy or something, so I tried changing my tone. Then he told me to stop "singing" to him, like I was being overly cheerful. He then proceeded to imitate me and say everything in a sing-song way. I told him to quit, but it continued. I told him to quit again! He then tells me that I'm being a baby and need to grow up. Being the emotional person that I am, I started crying. At that point he told me to go somewhere else and cry. We started arguing about the fact that he wasn't going to tell me what to do. Then he got ticked off, pushed his plate away, and left the table. This whole time my parents were just staring at us like we HAD to belong to some other family.
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