II Things Are Infinite

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Ultralife by Oh Wonder 

☂The sound of people cheering blared through the TV in the living-room.                                           

Mom comes out of the kitchen carrying tons of different kinds of fruit Dad brought home from work on a tray. She sets it on the coffee table. 

Mom has a thing we like to call over-cooking. Basically she does not save any of the fruit. Not even a room with twenty people could finish this. My dad isn't fond of Moms over-cooking thing, but he hates wasting food more. So that means nobody leaves without having eaten at least half of it. And by the mountain Mom has brought in, this won't even be finished by next week. Dad takes his eyes of the screen for a second and coughs.                                                                                                                                                              

"Are you feeding an army?"                                                                                                                                           

"You better finish it." Mom says, her tone indicating that this is the final word and this subject is over. My Dad's smart and shuts his mouth. Of course he's not going to finish it. That's up to my brother and me. 

My little brother and I scarf it down, while our eyes are plastered to the screen. It's soccer night, one of Dads favorit teams are playing. I couldn't care less about soccer or football, but since Dad made it a law under our roof that every time a game was on that he wanted to watch everyone had to be there or when a new episode of 'Slander' was on. Silently watching without making a noise. No fighting, no distracting noises. Small talk was allowed. 

Of course you have to be delusional if you thought any of that was upheld. 

 Still chewing on a pear, I take a big bite of an apple. Mom wrinkles her nose in annoyance as she sees how fast my brother and I are eating.                                                                                                     

 "What's the hurry? You're going to get a stomach ache if you guys don't slow down." She says while still peeling fruit.                                                                                                                                                       

"If we slow down, this won't be gone, until Christmas!" I say, my mouth still full of fruit, so it comes out muffled and fruit juice sprays everywhere.                                                                                 

"Ew!" Someone cries. The bespectacled girl on the sofa, sends me a dirty look as she slams her book shut.