The Edwards

Last Dave.

The Edwards

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  You know what's funny?

  It's the fact that we want to get to know someone well enough than themselves when we infact don't know who we really are.

  Okay,  some might protest and argue that they know themselves just fine.

   If you ever do, then give me one word that describes you, everything about you. No missing traits or additional. A word that you know.

  It would be difficult right?

You think you know who you are when you don't, that's what life does. It makes you think, You're this and that and you start to get weary.

  I think that's what sometimes triggers or starts depression. You become insecure and you don't know what you have, or even yourself, then you get sad and tired of not knowing.

  Sometimes people would comment that they know you better than you know yourself but that's just impossible.

  How can you read my mind when I don't even know what I'm feeling inside?

It was the second to the last week of summer, the scent of a new season ahead was already present in the morning dew.

  My mind didn't pay attention to the time and date as I made my way past my scattered clothes and things, and downstairs just allured by the scent of breakfast and morning mist.

  It was drizzling by the time I woke up and the cold made me even want to sleep later. I decided against it though, seeing that I should do something else.

  The rain inspires me and I don't know if it's because of it's glimmer and sound as it falls face first on a solid object. Maybe the smell it brings along.

  "Good morning." I greeted with my slight morning breath.

   "Again, you look like a grizzly bear." My brother snorted as he was seated at the table filled with bread and cereal.

  I glared at him and rolled my eyes at the lame insult as I grabbed a chair and sat down with a thud. He continued eating his fruity loops and I eyed him with disgust.

  "Froot loops? " I pointed out.

"What's wrong with these?"

  "Everything."

Brayden whispered again and again some curse words as he earned a flick from me and ended up choking his cereal.

  I smiled in triumph and ate my coco crunch cereal, which was prepeared for me.

  "Morning you two." My mom greeted as she rubbed her eyes and plopped herself down on the chair.

  Me and Brayden greeted in chorus and stare at her as she clumsily drank her coffee and spilled it on the table cloth.

   "Honey, what are you doing!?" Dad exclaimed.

"Drinking coffee you nuthead, what do you think I'm doing?" She replied angrily.

  "And spilling it. You wash that table cloth or else you'll have that cloth for the rest of your dining table life."

  "Okay okay, I will so shut your blabbermouth and sit down and eat."

  I snickered and so did Brayden. Then we ate our breakfast after saying grace, with the background noise of the rain and clattering of our utensils scraping against our bowls and plates.