The Diary of Mei

VII

Yesterday as soon as I got home there was an extreme amount of uneasy vibes throughout the house. My mom was not happy that we were all out late especially me. No one had made any dinner, and that started some stress. My parents were fighting the moment I walked in the door, over the fact dad had tracked grass and muddy snow through the house on his boots. My mom immediately went back into her room after a screaming match. Things calmed down a bit, and I made up some eggs, and toast for a quick breakfast. My brother and sisters came running out of their rooms towards their food. I swept up the grass and mud. Then we cleaned away the dishes so we could just have a peaceful night. Mike helped dry and put things away. While Ira and Ani watched cartoons quietly.

I asked them what they had been up to that day, and they told me their stories for the day. Their day was filled with the silliness of kids playing in the snow with other kids. Stories of sledding, and igloo making. Being with them is always such a recharge. They make me laugh, and smile. The inside jokes, and closeness you have with your siblings you won't feel anywhere else. They make me proud to be a part of a family. Proud to be a big sister.

Around 9 pm my dad came out of his room to answer the door. My parents, they ordered take out and ate in their room. I dumped out the two plates of eggs and toast I was keeping warm in the oven. Then I grabbed "the outsiders" by SE Hinton and went into my room to read. I've read this book so many times before, but I felt I needed to again since me and Uyu were talking about it.

Around 10:30 pm I heard everyone turning the lights off to go to bed. My dad knocked on the door to thank me for taking care of dinner and the muddy mess. I laughed and gave him a hug goodnight. It was such a simple action I don't understand why things needed to get out of hand about it. Such a simple fix so everyone could stop screaming, and have a peaceful Saturday night. I drifted in, and out of sleep. Sleep was no good this week. When I closed my eyes I saw a frenzy of images that made my heart race. A hyperactive mind? I pushed my dresser in front of the door turned on my bedside lamp, and pulled the covers over my head. When I finally started to sleep I could see a glow of morning slipping in through my window.

As I eat my cereal I keep thinking about the play and meeting up with Uyu. I had a million ideas. I hardly slept last night, and now that it is the morning I feel my ideas are no good.