My name is Adithya. Everyone calls me Adi. I’m ten years old, and my sister Divya is thirteen, and she thinks she knows everything. She doesn’t know everything. I know something she doesn’t know I know. I know she’s cheating. It started three weeks ago when she won the district spelling bee. She came home wearing a red ribbon that said FIRST PLACE, and everyone acted like she’d won the Olympics or something. Sastry Uncle came over and said, “You’ve brought honour to our street!” Like our street was in some competition with other streets, and we were finally winning. Radha Aunty brought sweets. The good kind, not the cheap ones. That’s how you know something is important—when adults bring good sweets. Even Father looked proud, and Father never looked proud. He always looks worried about money, tired from work, or angry about something the government did. But that day,…
