For five yuan of sauce cake, my parents said I was unfilial

My parents were big on splitting everything, even when it came to us kids.

Eleanor was in charge of Seraphina, Richard took care of Marcus. I was stuck in the middle, and anything I needed meant another awkward negotiation to split the bill.

The result? They both ignored me.

That hungriest year, I practically begged them for five bucks to buy a savory flatbread, and they just took turns guilt-tripping me.

Eleanor played dumb. "Five bucks? That doesn't split evenly, honey. Go ask your Dad."

Richard, annoyed by the noise, sent me a SnapChat link.