The last french fry. Remember those days when you'd fight your sibling over the last of anything? I always used to win that. But now that I'm married, I've learned to contain myself. Although if Mariam insists, I will eat the last Al-Safa chicken tender after a token offering by me. However, I do go out of my way to let her have the last of most things.

Last night, I brought up the last 2 Twix from our unfinished Halloween handouts. One for her, and one for me. I set them on my nightstand and went to do wudhu. Upon my return, both were gone.

With Nuriya growing up, I'm going to have a hard time finishing second to last.