"I don't care" I say to my mom
"Well you should" she replys
"Why should I care if the great Jack Gilinsky is coming home? I don't even remember him"
"He is your brother! Always has been and always will be"
Right now me and my wonderful mother, are discussing the fact that my brother, who I don't even know, is coming to watch me over the summer with his friends.
You see, Jack left when I was little, like in diapers little. So for the past 14 years of my lovely life I've had to listen to my mom talk about how much she misses him and making up petty excuses as to why he never visited, not once.
To be completely honest I don't care, I have nothing to miss. My mom has told me almost every summer he's gonna come, yet he never does.
Shocker!
I expect this summer to be no different. He won't show up, mom will make up some weird ass excuse, and she'll talk about how much she misses him and how I should to for the summer.
I wish he would just show up once. Not because I actually want to meet him cause I don't. I just wanted him to show up for the sole purpose of making my mother shut up about it.
That sounded so mean, but the worst part is that's it's so true
