" My dad’s in the kitchen listening to NPR and making tomorrow’s lunches.
“Please no more turkey sandwiches,” I call out.
Peter nudges my sock and mouths spoiled, and he points at me and Kitty, shaking his finger at us. “Whatever. Your mom makes your lunches every day, so shut it,” I whisper.
My dad calls back, “Hey, I’m sick of leftovers too, but what are we going to do? Throw it away?”
Kitty and I look at each other. “Pretty much exactly,” I say. "

― Jenny Han , To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)