Family Ends Here, For Eternity

In the morning, my mother baked a full tray of croissants, but I only got to eat two.

The rest were all store-bought frozen croissants.

So, I complained, “Mom, could I get more fresh baked croissants?”

My mother frowned and scolded me as she heard that, “Are you some kind of glutton reincarnated?”

“You've already finished everything and now you want more? Look at your sister—she's not nearly as greedy as you."

I glanced at my sister's plate, which still held plenty of croissants and argued, "But I only ate two, while Melody ate sixteen."