Part l
The twin interrupted my concentrated thoughts; their behaviour was - of course –more chaotic than mine when waking up. They ran towards me, so I hugged them warmly. Then, they went to play hide and seek near me. I felt that they were a blessing for me; my life without them would have been so desperate and lonely.
Julia and Joanas loud laughs made our stubborn neighbour , Mrs Juliet,wake up. Mrs Juliet Coppins never has gotten married which were not surprising at all; she was so bad-tempered and contrary. Ob-viously, no man on Earth would be pleased to live with such a woman!
Mrs Juliet started yelling loudly at my sisters with her chubby frightening face and high-pitched head aching voice; because she did not want to wake up early. She thought it was early but it was 9:00 a.m. ,everybody was supposed to be woken up. I wished I could tell her : For God's sake they are just small kids; just let them laugh!.
Well ,she didn't know how much the whole neighbourhood got annoyed of her terrible voice when she kept singing songs about broken hearts and lost love all night long .
I guessed shell wait her Romeo forever.
Part ll
Julia and Joana started crying. Mum woke up ,mum's name was Hazel which means nuts. Granny named her Hazel after mums hazelnut maroon hair. Grandmother never named a child according to no sign; she believed that specialilty borns with each person. Then, mother apologized without even knowing what had happened and took them into the house.
Hazel Hudson!. She yelled, one more time.
Yes, Mrs Juliet?.
You cheated me with your cheese yesterday; I had stomachache all night long.
You might have gotten cold; no one has ever complained about my cheese.
Its because of the rubbish you sold me which you call cheese! I believe it was not a cold!
Finally, she closed her screaming window. Our neighbours were watching everything and stared uncomfortably at mum, obviously willing to get rid of whatever they owned of mums cheese at their homes; I believed mum's cheese would not get sold anymore in the neighbourhood. It was all over!
I did not understand why mum never defended herself, or us. That was a small daily situation .Mum faced extreme troubles, but she always apologized and obeyed.
Dad was like her too. If I could talk, I would defend my family, if only I could speak up. I thought,feeling sorry for myself
To be continued...
Written by Sara Khalil Doleh
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