Our Little.... "Brady Bunch"

Mistakes are always made... always

Mistakes are always made…. Always.

      “Hey…. Kristen…. Someone’s here for you.” he tells me. I open my eyes and find him looking at me with the door cracked open.

      I sit up slowly, making sure not to wake up my sisters and slide out of bed, quickly walking to him.

      “Who is it?” I ask him slowly, softly.

      “Your grandma.”

      I push past him and run down the stairs. I turn the corner and find my grandma standing awkwardly by the door, her eyes darting around as they disapprove her surroundings. When she sees me she smiles but then it fades and spreads into alarm.

      “What happened to your cheek?!” she asks me,

      My hand goes up to the bump and I turn my head slightly so she cannot see it anymore.

      “I fell into my bed post.” I lie.

      Her eyes remain on it, she knows I am lying, her lips pinch with irritation, I have never been able to please her.

      “So, what are you doing here Grandma?” I ask her, trying to keep it from sounding rude but I don’t know how else to put it.

      “Your mother thought it would be nice for me to bring you girls down with me for a little while. She said you didn’t really like the idea of staying here.” she says, as she looks around again she mumbles something under her breath, trying to make it unable for me to here but I hear her.

      “And I don’t blame you.”

      “I have grown the like it here.” I tell her.

      She raises a eyelinered eyebrow at me and I give her a smile.

      “Really, one of my friends from Penn has even moved in next door and me and Teresa are even going to see if she could come and visit.” I tell her, if Teresa wasn’t really being serious on wanting to come up here she will now.

      “Well you can always see your friend when you come back and spend time with Teresa when you get down there. Where are my girls?”

      I love how she says her girls. They were barely my mothers and they sure as hell weren’t hers. They were mine.

      “Sleeping.” I hiss, irritation bubbles inside of me.

      “Well wake them. We need to get an early start if we want to make it back to Penn by late tonight.”

      “Their not going to Penn and neither am I.” I tell her.

      Again she raises her eyebrow at me and I do the same, challenging her.

      “Do as I say.”

      “No.”

      “You are a selfish brat Kristen, do you really think that it is right for them to live here? look at this place! Full of boys! And I know darn well that you didn’t get the bruise by falling.”

      “You don’t know anything! This is about the same live style they would have if they lived with you except with more people of a different gender!”

      “I am bringing them down there with me. Whether you come or not they are coming young lady.” She snaps.

      “You have no right to take them anywhere! You or my mother have not been there like you should and you want to jump in and take responsibility of them just because they moved into a house full of boys!?”