Amelia
“Oh right, you are here,” My sister-in-law snarks as soon as I enter the shop. She is standing at the counter reading a magazine.
“Yeah, I told Mom I would help,” I say.
Mya rolls her eyes and points, “Clean the case.”
I say nothing and do as she says.
“Hey, Amelia,” Junior greets me as I go into the back to get the display items. “How is it going?”
“It’s good, Junior,” I respond.
“Hey, Mom called and said Dad wants to see us. So, I figured we could visit in a little bit,” my brother tells me.
“That sounds good,” I say. I try to pick up a heavy tray of meat. I grunt, and Juniors walks over and easily picks it up.
“Don’t want you to get hurt,” He grins and carries the tray to the display case.
Mya stands by the register with her hands on her hips, “Are you going to make
