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I hear them yell, mom moans again

"Too many in the kitchen! You're being a pain!"

So I stay up here, away from the heat,

I can smell the cooking, it's almost complete.



I hear my brother crying for food

my sister complaining, always so rude,

So I stay up here, stomach rumbles in wait,

I wonder how long? I hope it's not too late.



I hear dad's voice, he's deaf as a post

teenage brother starts whining, more eager than most,

And so I stay up here, starting to cave in,

How are they to know it's their food I'm craving?



"Tea is ready!" I hear the bellowing call

run down the stair case, trying not to fall,

And so I go down there, but not for too long,

Grab my plate, and then I am gone.