It’s Pizza Night!
I do not believe in ghosts or weird things living under my bed. Never seen one. Never felt one. Never believed in one. I am 12 for crying out loud! Those stories are for kids. Especially, to scare annoying little sisters, just like Lucy. She is 7 and she is silly. She has a stuttering problem, and it is irritating. No matter how much I try to work with her on her speech, nothing seems to help. My friend, John, suggested that sometimes scaring the living daylights out of people with speech problems, can cure them. Tried that. I ended up making it worse. Mommy didn’t fill up the cookie jar today. I think Lucy complained and now I get to be punished for being good to her! No perks for being the elder one, I guess.
To be honest, I don’t even remember ever wanting a sister, except for once, when we moved into this new school district and John invited me for a playdate. We propped up a tent and played hide and seek. Met his wonderful sister. No stuttering problems, whatsoever. She even hugged me! I came home that night and merely mentioned that having a sister seems fun and boom! A year down the line, I had a plump little thing enter my life. I had begged for lego sets, monster trucks, a trampoline and so many other things before. All of those wishes got wait-listed but suddenly my parents decide to take my one passing remark seriously! Unbelievable!!
Well, when you are stuck with siblings, sometimes you end up getting attached to them. Whenever I yell at her, she just keeps quiet and does not show up in my room. I see her sulking in the kitchen, while Mommy cooks. It melts me. I smile at her and she smiles back and there she is, back to being my little stuttering companion. It is not her fault really. I think she fears upsetting me. She is a good kid, otherwise. When I do my assignments, she sits quietly on my bed and draws flowers. I wish she would grow out of her pink and purple phase soon. Mommy says that love for colors runs deep in the family. I, for one, love yellow and green.
Looks like Daddy is home. Yay! It’s pizza night. I ask Lucy to join. Good Lord! There she goes with her stuttering again. She just acts like I am the big bad sister. Anyway, her loss. As I walk downstairs, I hear Daddy say, ‘Honey, being a loner is not healthy’. I barge in. ‘Daddy, I am not a loner. John is my friend and please do not forget Lucy, either!’
With a mouth full of pizza, Daddy mutters something. I look at him incredulously, as Lucy peeps out from the side walls, giggling. Whatever happened to that stuttering! And John says I am the mean one?!?
