I was sitting at the dinner table, trying to force the last carrot into my mouth. I despise carrots with all my heart and soul. Hezekiah and Thomas, two of my brothers, were sitting across from me, vying for the last orange root. I wondered at how they could actually fight over such a disgusting vegetable. Mother absentmindedly reprimanded them; she being busy trying to get baby William to eat his mush. Whilst he was sparring with Hezekiah, Thomas accidentally jabbed my little sister Miriam with his elbow. She let up a piercing wail.