Most days, I like to believe that I'm still part of the family. I even trick myself into believing that because I was their first child, they love me best somehow. I'm the only one that gets to sleep in the bed with them, after all.
But then other days, I know my rank. And it's not General TicTac. Just call me Private Ticky, ordered to clean the latrines and keep my distance.
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Poor TicTac, When they head off to college, you'll be boss again!
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