I sit in my room and fiddle with all the little trinkets on my dresser waiting for my mother to be finished "discussing" with my father. I can only faintly hear what they're saying. They're downstairs in the kitchen. My room is all the way upstairs, down the hall, the last door in the left. I don't mean to start fights between the two I guess my mother is just more accepting than my father. I don't really like either of them but my 2 brothers and 1 sister are nice and Judah he's not related by blood but he's desirably family. This time I was showing them a picture I drew of our family. Maybe he didn't like the color I chose. I don't understand the adult argument over my picture though I'd wish to. I pick up the drawing off of my bed and look at it some more. I really don't see the problem with it. I even sketched it out this time and stayed in the lines and everything! I don't ever think I'll be able to make either of my parents happy but I don't think that bothers me. I'm still staring at the picture when my little sister walks in, I guess I didn't close my door all the way. She's only 3 but she's my second favorite in the family. She doesn't say a word just comes in and sits next to me on my bed. I look at her and show her the picture. She smiles at it recognizing our family she points to me me in the picture and says "you!" I nods my head. "Do you like it?" I ask the curly haired toddler. "I love it!" She says in excitement and kicks her feet that don't reach the floor. "Well if you'd like you can keep it. I guess mom and dad don't like it so it's all yours." I offer the picture to her.
"Really!" She bounced on the bed. And snatches the picture.
"Sure." I say as she's running out with it. When she opens my door again I can hear my mom and dad still going at it. I just don't get it, how can a picture of my family bother them? Just the six of us. Me, Cami, Mom, Dad, Jacob, Austin, and Judah.
