‘Pipsqueak! What are you, six?’

My middle finger twitched.

At the starting line, Billy stomped my foot.

Under my armpit, I flipped him the bird.

Bang!

Determined to find the golden Easter egg, I sprinted past chocolate-covered faces.

'Mum needs a good egg', Dad said when I’d begged for a baby brother.

Up a tree, gold glistened. I climbed.

Billy knocked me to the ground and swung onto a branch above me. ‘Too bad, loser!’

Crack!

The prized egg landed in my lap. Billy crumbled in the dirt.

I thrust a one-finger salute in his teary face. ‘For my mum.’