Documentation of My Existence

Attempt at doing description and some storytelling

     My cousin, Brian has a birthday today. We went to my aunt and uncle's house. They have a large house, more space than they need for two adults, a kid, and a dog. I think it's for sale, but that's not exactly going well. Probably because it's worth so much. I never knew they had so much money.

     My aunt works for some internet company and gets super pissed if you say anything bad about that particular service. She has an accent but I don't know where she's from. I think she lived in a lot of different countries as a kid. I don't know for sure, though. I'm guessing at some point she and her parents immigrated here. Her parents are cool. I haven't really talked to her mom. Her dad is really interesting. He's a short, Hispanic guy. My dad says he's like a businessman and an author and all this shit.

     Her parents have a HUGE house. It's in one of those rich neighborhoods. I've only ever been in the basement of that place. They have a pool table, a Foosball table, and an air hockey table. There's also a room with a big TV and a ton of video games. And there's a bar with a dance floor too. It's the place to go for parties.

     I don't know much about my uncle other than he was second born, after my mom. He also smoked weed once, jumped out a window, and ended up in the psych ward. He met my aunt in a parking lot. They hit it off pretty quick. I watched the wedding. My suit was itchy. It was a fun day, though. They rode the limo around town and we went to the reception and told stories. I was like eight so I couldn't drink then (I still can't) so I just drank water from a wineglass.

     I have a friend related to my aunt who's a little bit older than me who was there. He had his Pokemon cards with him and he gave me a Raichu. I became obsessed with Pokemon cards. I had already finished Platinum so I knew the ropes to Pokemon. I haven't talked to that kid in a while, I've heard that he hasn't any friends now and his mom recently had cancer. Poor guy.

     My aunt had fertility issues but eventually they were able to conceive my cousin. She was born three years ago and she's a little bundle of joy. My aunt was pregnant again, but she ended up miscarrying. I'm still upset but sometimes that's just how it goes.

     Anyway, we arrived at the house and I opened up my laptop and started playing The Sims. I was sitting on their couch downstairs. My uncle informed me that if I wanted more privacy I could go upstairs. So I did.

     I went upstairs and turned to my left. There was a little room. The windows had the shades down and I liked that because I like my privacy. Near the window was a table with a frame made out of wood and painted black with glass on the top. There were four matching chairs around the table. On the table was some sort of game board with some dice on it. To the right was a railing. I could see the front door area when looking over it. There was also a ceiling light hanging down on a chain. There was a glass wall thing around it and it was dusty. They probably have to come up here to dust it and they're probably busy with the kid. The left wall had three pictures, all in black and white.

     The largest was of the University of Cincinnati. I might go there, but it's expensive. Mom went there. She has a friend who took creative writing there. I could do the same thing if I live that long. The second one was of the Davidson Fountain. I vaguely remember going there, but I might be mixing it up with another fountain outside my mom's work. The smallest was of New York. Tommy wants to go there and do acting on Broadway. My mom went there once. I want to go, I'm sure it's beautiful.

     Further to the left there were two white chairs. I'd have sat in them but they didn't have armrests. They did look comfortable, though. Near the railing was a couch and I sat in it and took in the beauty of the room. That's when I decided to write this.

    They're playing a game downstairs and laughing. I'd go down there but I can't act like everything is fine. I'm not the best at pretending. There's some music playing. I feel sad and calm. There's a slight warm feeling on my cheek that I like. I wish I could freeze the moment. I hope, dear reader, that you can feel the way I feel in this room.