After Building a Profitable Product for Our Family Business, My Father Replaced Me With My 18-Year-Old Sister

I came home to find Micah on the back porch surrounded by blank labels, scissors, and a Sharpie tucked behind one ear like some kind of artisanal librarian. Clean jars waited beside him in neat rows.

“Hey,” he said without looking up, continuing to fold and smooth labels with practiced precision.

I collapsed beside him with a groan. “Today was—”

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