"Y/N, honey, can you get the grill grates? I need to wash them" Y/N's mother called out as Y/N ran around the yard snooping with Tom.

"I'll be right back Tom, wait"As an eleven-year-old girl, Y/N found the grates too heavy and she could barely hold them.

"Y/N, no one carries grates like that, let me help. I'll take this end and you take that"

“Y/N..come here!” Bill shouted from the side of the house.