The Badass Aunt

Childhood

     You may wonder why I agreed to come back to the city that I despise to help my sister with her bratty child.
Well as everyone, everyone being your all too perfect parents and your peppy ass kindergarten teacher, would say:
Sisters are sisters.
     Ya, let me think about that . . . no.
     Maybe if our childhood relationship was better then I would believe in that saying, but it wasn't, so I don't.
     Our relationship when we were younger was, well, nonexistent.
     To be fair when we were really little we would fights all the time about something, not really sure what there was to fight about at that age but it was probably like toys or something like that. But later on in my life, when, if we did fight I could actually remember what it was about, I never saw my sister. She was always out some where when I was home rotting in my room on my phone. To be clear I never cared were she was but I did wonder.
I mean how couldn't you?
    You go to school and sit through seven blocks of boring mayhem with your four solid friends who are basically duplicates of you.
     Then you walk home because riding the bus is discussing.
     When you arrive at your so beloved home you spend the rest of your day sitting in your room listening to your parents come home a begin making dinner while you stare out of the window holding your phone lazily in your hand.
When you finally emerge from your room after your mom calling you for dinner and you saying "coming!" And yet when you are opening the door to your room she yells at you again to come to the table, and then you feel like destroying everything in a moment of rage before continuing to the table. When you get there you are still annoyed and seeing your sister for the fist time that day no longer seems important, so you slump into a chair and begin to eat barely even looking at your older sister sitting across from you because you are to eager to return to your post by the window and your phone that probably has new notifications by now.
So my relationship with my sister was not the best.
     Then why did I come back?
     I really don't know either.