I stirred the fried noodle when my mom came in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you make enough for everyone?” She asked. I rolled my eyes and annoyingly huff out, “ why would I, when I only have 30 minutes before I leave? Why is it that no one cook!?” She didn’t respond. I made my point. It’s not early morning but the late evening and everyone was home. What important events were they doing that the kitchen had nothing cooked? My mom knew my work schedule and for her to ask this—she knew I am unhappy. Why wouldn’t I? Had it been my brother, she wouldn’t have said anything. My mom has gradually come to accept that I am quite the bi*** and stop her usual “when you cook you should cook for everyone, don’t be selfish and lazy.” That’s what she said, but not what she taught “everyone.” My brother has gradually come to accept that they can only get my scrap if I make too much and a happy meal when I have the time. Do my siblings cook? My older brother only cooks when he wants to experiment. My younger brother only cooks when he feels “good and has the energy”—his words, not mine. But honestly, the only thing he can and would cook, is scramble eggs. How does your parents treat each gender in your family? Any personal story?