You Moved In

Test.

I wake up the next morning and turn off my alarm clock. I roll out of bed and put my slippers on and trudge down the stairs and walk into the kitchen where my brother and sister are waiting.

"Morning," they say at the same time.

"Morning," I rub my eyes, "what time did you guys get back last night?"

"Around midnight," Carly says.

"It was hot shit," Camron growls.

"What happened this time?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Well one of the billion baby cousins started to shit everywhere on the deck and then the parent would pick it up and then got into a fight with Grandma and Grandpa about it," Carly explains.

"Grandma's coconut cake fell off the table," Camron adds.

"Sounds eventful," I laugh.

"What'd you do?" Carly asks.

"Got some homework done, took a nice, long shower. Then I gave that basket of cookies to the neighbors." I explain.

"Were they nice?" She asks.

"The lady had a lot of energy," I say honestly.

"Is it just her?" Camron asks.

"No, her son was there but I think there's more of them." I say.

"Where they from?"

"The Canary Islands," I answer.

"Spanish people," Carly mutters to herself.

"Where's dad?" I ask.

"He already left for work," Camron says and takes a bit of his toast.

"Damn, really?" I say and grab a bagel from the refrigerator.

"5:30," Carly says, "Only gets holidays and seven days off in the year," she scoffs.

"Well our jobs are part time and we need money," I say.

"But a job that means that you aren't around your kids isn't worth it," Cameron scoffs.

"And this is a nice house," I add.

"Then we sell it and move in to somewhere smaller, we don't even have to leave town," Carly says, "it's not like mom is here anymore."

"Shut up," Camron rolls his eyes, "it's not like you even remember mom."

"Neither do you so kiss my ass!" Carly barks.

"No one remember her," I say, "it's been what? If I'm 17 and she left when I was three that's 14 years ago. I don't even think dad remembers her."

"It's not like he's around much either," Camron growls.

"He's trying," I sigh.

"And failing to be a father," Carly adds.

"Shut up," I scold, "he's a single parent trying to keep three kids up on their feet."

"Are you stupid?" Camron asks, "he just works for the money, the house is worth a lot more than we need and he's still hanging onto it for some reason."

"Why do you think that is?" I scoff, "because mom was here once, no one can remember for her because of the stupid reason that dad got drunk and threw away everything that he had of her."

"Are you retarded?" Carly asks, "that's why we hate him, because he's the reason we live this way."

"Well I think he deserves some credit for trying." I hiss.