Leap of Faith

2.Little Bomb

We were used to Yasmin's child-like demeanor. She always oozed positive vibes and was hard to dislike. She had big doleful eyes that always smouldered intensely when she was mad. Her high cheekbones and lanky, tall stature would wrongfully give anybody the impression that she was an easy one. This,she wasn't as we'll find out later. She was a firecracker and would cry over the little stuff and again show outstanding endurance in the hardest of circumstances. She was always extreme,never moderate. Yasmin would sometimes test my poor parents by randomly dropping outrageous statements and sit back with a smug smile as she observed how they reacted. She once,not so long ago during supper, hinted that she was pregnant. Of course my parents by then had grown used to her randomness and had given up trying to understand her. So evrerybody concluded she was probably joking.
But that's it, you could never tell whether she was joking or not. She was an enigma. No English word could sum up her personality. Rebellious? Yes,stubborn? Yes,jerk?maybe,kind?very,generous? Hell yeah. My deductive skills figured out a phrase that maybe summed up Yasmin. Schrödinger  Douchebag.
A Schrodinger Douchebag, is everything Yasmin is,literally. They would make random comments that could either be of two things depending on the reactions and the topic at hand. Smart girl Yasmin.
So whenever she played these inextricable games with us, no one in my family would really follow it up. The ensuing debate after her kamikaze move on our asses would end as randomly as they rised and that would be that. However, my flawed self with its obsessive compulsive disorder would never get enough sleep on such occasions. I would toss and turn in bed all night trying to unravel her intricate plans and ploys. Perhaps thats why I never got along with her(aside from the fact that we immediate siblings). Living with Yasmin is akin to living with a chihuahua,according to me at least. But hey,like I said,this isn't my story.