Saturday the 7th of February
My head rested on my hand as i sat cunningly at the table, waiting for my waffles.
"David! come inside, you've been playin' hide and seek with yourself all morning! I told you it doesn't work with just one person!" My mom yelled out the window with her nasally screech of a voice.
"David started his one person game phase, again?" I asked her still grinning like a madman from the information i'd found the day before.
"Yep, he's gotta stop doin' this, the neighbours have complained 4 times already. Janice, i thought you said you were going to talk to him, that crazy obsession thing comes from your side of the family!" Dad served me my waffles as he spoke, "I'm so glad my genes went into our only child who will ever go to college." No, he wasn't talking about me, he was talking about Julie, my older sister who was at college in Washington.
"Joe, don't say that about your own children-David, get your tushy in this house right now!" Mom managed to get David inside after that but in the process, proved herself a hypocrite.
I grinned while I put my hot waffles slowly into my mouth, they dripped with syrup and just as I was about to chew... Mom decided to drop a bombshell on me.
"Julie's comin' home during the valentine's weekend!"
Aaaaaghaaaaghah, I gagged and coughed with the waffles now stuck in my throat, aaaaaaagh. Mom looked at me, horrified
"What, you don't want your big sister to stay?" She knew the answer.
I hated it when Julie came home for the holidays, my parents would clean like crazy before she got there and treat her like a queen when she arrived. But then Julie would find some way to disappoint them and they'd yell and wake up the whole neighbourhood, and then she'd leave a day early, without saying goodbye. One time at Christmas, she and my parents were having 'the argument' ( you know, the what-are-you-doing-with-your-life argument) and the carol singers actually skipped singing to our faces as we stood there uncomfortably waiting until it was sociably expectable to slam the door and run away from them. Somehow, David and I got through all the shouting and my mothers fake crying to make Julie feel bad. The next morning was Christmas Day and we were all really excited until we heard a car starting in the street, Julie had gotten up early and got a taxi to drive her to the airport. We waved out the window but she didn't wave back. She looked straight at our swaying hands and just got in the car and took off. For some reason, my parents invited her home every chance they got, thinking that she'd matured. But she never changed, every holiday was the same,the cleaning, the worshiping, 'the argument', the early departing, and the no goodbye. She was always a jerk. She still would be if it weren't for that stupid, high school boyfriend of hers. But i don't like to talk about it.
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