The Family Reunion

Another cruiser pulled up, two more police officers got out. I recognised them to be my Uncle and his dumb partner, Tiffany.

I hate family reunions. Meeting up with old family members, who pinch my cheeks and claim they remember me from when I was only a few days old. I have no idea who they really are.

As we gathered for dinner, I glanced down the dinner table and across the room. By now I knew most of the faces. And a motley crew they were, I reflected. Look at Aunt Sylvia, I'm pretty sure she goes through a stick of lipstick every day, and most of it ends up on her teeth. I block my ears as the screaming cousins run past, I swear that I'm the only normal one in this family.

I take a sip of the tart, dry liquid and secretly think that it could be improved by a few spoonfuls of honey. I'm so bored when I'm around my family that I take notice of every little thing other than socialising with my crazy family, But at the end of the day, I wouldn't give up my family for the world, even though they can trigger my temper. My love for them overrules the anger I might portray when I'm around them.

Going Home and seeing my family is such a mixed experience. Gotta love family reunions.