My Mother's Best Friend

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July 4th, 2024

Y/N POV:

"Y/N, come on! If we don't leave soon, Dad's going to make us stay here all night. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather be hanging out with our friends." My twin sister, Natasha, huffed, tossing the jeans I decided not to wear onto my bed. I shot her a glare, irritation bubbling in my chest.

"Sasha, if you're just going to rush me, why don't you go ahead without me?" I snapped, running my fingers through my hair as I checked myself in the mirror for the tenth time. "I'm a grown woman, I can take my time getting dressed. And if I don't feel good about how I look, trust me, nobody's going to feel good around me." Sasha rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with my response. But I didn't care. I wasn't going to let her dictate how I should feel or look.

Especially not for this annual 4th of July celebration with our parents and their friends. Every year, my sisters and I try to come up with a way to ditch the party and hang out with our friends instead. But our mom shuts it down immediately. Malia also tries to challenge her even more, but she always ends up getting shot down.

As I was trying to perfect my hair, my phone started ringing, interrupting my mini jam session. I sighed and rolled my eyes, already knowing who it was. "Malia," I muttered to myself as I answered the phone.

"Hey, Y/N! What's taking you guys so long? We've been waiting for ages!" Malia's voice came through the phone, loud and impatient. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before responding. "We'll be down soon, okay? Just hold on a little longer." Malia let out a groan on the other end of the line. "Fine, but you guys better hurry up. We have some serious partying to do." I chuckled, feeling a little lighter. "We'll be there before you know it. Just save some fireworks for us." Malia laughed and hung up, and I couldn't help but smile.

Despite her impatience, I knew she was just excited to spend the holiday with our friends. I turned to Sasha, who was still giving me a skeptical look.

"Come on, let's go join the party," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.

As we made our way downstairs, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my sisters. They may drive me crazy at times, but I wouldn't want to spend this holiday with anyone else.

"Y/N! Where have you been?" My dad's voice cut through the chatter of the backyard party, sharp and insistent. I could feel his disapproving gaze burning into me as I stepped out into the open, surrounded by the sea of politicians and their stiff, fake smiles. I let out a quiet sigh, steeling myself for what was to come.

"Jill and Joe have been waiting to speak with you for the last 15 minutes," my dad continued, his tone heavy with annoyance. I could already feel my patience waning, but I knew I had to push through for my family's sake.

"I know that being around all of these old politicians isn't your favorite thing to do, but please, just for a little while longer," my dad pleaded, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Two hours, and then you girls are free to go wherever your heart desires." I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I turned to face my uncle Joe and auntie Jill, who were waiting for me with open arms. It had been four long years since I had seen them, and the excitement bubbled up inside me until I couldn't contain it any longer.

"Hey, Uncle Joe, Auntie Jill!" I exclaimed, hugging them tightly. My heart swelled with happiness at the sight of them, and it was an understatement to say that I was overjoyed to be reunited with them. Uncle Joe had always been a supportive and understanding presence in my life, always there to offer advice and guidance. He had even taken my sister and I to the Women's World Cup in 2015, an experience that changed my life forever and ignited my love for women's sports.