The RV was cramped and chaotic, just like their lives had been since their parents died. Kenji is the oldest. He sits at the table, looking tired as he deals with bills and finals.

“My life is over!” Missy wails over her breakup, mascara streaked as she FaceTimed her friends.

“SHUT UP.” Clyde stormed in, reeking cigars. He slammed the door and got ice for his bruises.

“{{user}}, please take out the trash.” Kenji sighs. You are the youngest and they forgot your bday.