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I rushed into the kitchen. Clara was standing at the stove, wearing oversized sunglasses and an apron. Smoke was curling from a frying pan.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said.

“Journey complete?” she scoffed, checking her phone. “My soul died somewhere around mile marker forty. Why does the wifi icon have a line through it?” Summer Vacation With A Female Brat

“Absolutely not,” I said, confiscating the bottle. I rushed into the kitchen

The summer sun, in its relentless ambition, promised freedom and adventure. But for me, it delivered a trial by fire in the form of my younger cousin, Lily. The phrase “summer vacation with a female brat” sounds like the premise of a sitcom, a series of eye-rolls and broken trinkets. And yes, there were plenty of both. Yet, as the dog days faded into the crisp logic of September, I realized that Lily, the self-proclaimed princess of chaos, had taught me a lesson no classroom could: that patience is not a passive virtue, but an active, often hilarious, form of war. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said