“Hey dad, what’s your favorite thing about each of us?”

Innocent questions were her specialty.
She was too curious.
He looked at her after a second,
To think.

“Well your mother is my soul mate.
She keeps me in check.
She’s hardworking.
I love her.”

She made a mocking ‘awh’
Clenched her heart.
He rolled his eyes.
He continued.

“Your older brother is strong.
He’s independent.
He knows how to handle adversity.
He knows how to work”

She saluted her father.
Mimicking her older brother.
General wanna-be.
Not quite there.

“Your older sister is a free spirit.
She is outgoing.
She is exciting.
She could do what she wanted with that head of hers.
She’s good at everything.
She can do anything.”

He smiled and shook his head.
They were one and the same.
The first daughter took after her dad.
Almost like looking in a mirror.

She smiled as she was waiting her turn.
Being the third child.

“Your little brother will be a leader.
He can overcome anything.
He can adapt to any climate.
He is fun and athletic.
He can do it.”

Her dad nodded his head.
Put down the dried dishes.
He began to walk away.
Her smile faded.

“Wait what about me?
What do you think about me?”

She tried to smile.
She straightened her posture.
He turned around.

“Oh yeah, uh.
Well.
You’re pretty.”

He turned and walked upstairs.
Finished.
Leaving her in the kitchen.
Alone.