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"Let's see what you can do, kiddo," my father dusted his hands after tying up four logs of wood.

"Four woods?" I questioned.

"Four long and heavy woods," my father corrected, nodding.

"I'm pretty sure she can lift that," Hannah adjusted her glasses.

"Just carry it, Em," my sister said.

I seamlessly raised the logs of wood and threw them meters away from where I stood.

My dad opened his mouth, cleaned the sweat off his forehead, and said, "One of those woods took two people to carry - your sister and I. How did you do that? What did James turn you into?"

I dusted my hands and inquired, "Why don't I try raising your truck?"

"Don't you dare," my dad pointed his right finger at me.

"I'm tired. I'm going to go inside," Hannah said, going inside.

"Me too," Emma said, following Hannah inside.

"Let's go inside, kiddo. Not everyone has super energy like you," my dad tapped me on my shoulders and walked inside.