It was Christmas, me and my brother entered our grandparent’s house, the music of sopranos echoed throughout the festive bungalow.
“Welcome! My dear grandchildren!” Grandma beamed as she hugged us both. Our parents were also there, waiting for us.
“You are still cooking by the way,” Mom giggled to me.

When it was evening, I was forced to cook for the whole family. I placed down the hot soup on the table. My brother dug into it but he suddenly choked, an eyeball came out of his mouth. The house was full of screams and shrieks as I slowly grinned.