The Price of a Chicken Leg
Language: en
My older sister and I both got accepted into the county's top magnet high school at the same time. My mom baked two pieces of sweet cornbread to celebrate. One was dusted with powdered sugar and cinnamon; the other was completely plain. "I have the best grades, so I get the sweet one," my sister, Chloe, declared, instantly snatching the sugared piece off the plate. My mom smiled and nodded, pushing the plain piece toward me. "My sweet little Lily is so mature. She doesn't fight over things like this." I took a bite of the bland, dry cornbread. I didn't say a word. Three years later,…