The next day, I woke up to a bright, sunshiny day! It was wonderful! I finally had a penpal, and Mother had arranged for us to meet! Yes, our get together would be a week from now. Mom and her penpal would chat while their daughters hung out! I was sooo ectatic!! The only thing that dented my mood was the fact that my sister had returned from camp.
Anyway, that morning I had run downstairs.
"Mom! I am so so happy! Are you happy too?"
"Ugh, well yes, dear...but the house is a mess. I don't think we'll ever get it clean before they arrive...could you help me clean this up please," she motioned to the crums and trash decorating the living room area as a result of those snackage/telvision moments.
"Ok, Mom, I'll help you clean up, but what about little Talula?" I used the pet name to refer to my younger sister, Tilly.
"Well, I guess she'll have to stay with you and Stacy..."
"What!? NO! That can not happen, MOM! Stacy and I are supposed to spend time together to get to know each other. Stacy does not need to know about tattle-tale Tilly!!"
"Why not, Sis? I won't bover you." Tilly appeared from behind a wall, utilizing her cuteness to control me...again.
"Uh no. I don't need you to ruin everything as usual, kid. Just stay away from me, ok?"
"FINE!" She groaned loudly. "I'll just help Mom clean the house while you laze around and write your ridiculous letters!" Tilly pouted as she pretended to throw a tantrum to get her way...as always.
I rolled my eyes and walzed out of the room. You see, I really do adore my sister, it's just that sometimes she can get a little clingy and annoying as most 9-year-olds must be. Then, when that happens, she brings out the monster in me. I feel like I'm forced to screem at her. Sometimes I feel like I just want to hurt her, but I refrain because that's not acceptable. I won't allow myself to go that far because I will regret it the minute I commit something like that. Besides, she's my sister, and I love her...I really do...but don't tell her that.
| Well, that day was a cleaning day, as was most of the following days that week. It was only on Friday that we finally dropped our dusters and stain removers and sprawled out on the lemon-scented sofa. We admired the tidy house that we haven't seen since one of us last had a friend over.
"Ahhh, yes, finally done...now I can relax. Ok I am going to take a nap now. And don't either of you think of disturbing me! Ok, have fun, and keep the house clean." Mom said in a retired, but stirn voice. When the house had just been clean, she makes it a point not to drastically destroy it again. We always listen, but the house always gradually returns to its chaotic state.
The next day, my penpal and her mother would be arriving at the airport. Until then I couldn't stop thinking about how I was to greet her. We had been exchanging letters for a month now. I knew her fairly well, but not intimately so. For instance, I knew that she had a baby brother who would be staying with his father while she came to visit. I knew that she absolutely adored him and always tried to help out with him in any way she could. I had told her that my parents were divorced and that my father lived far away from us. Mom still had yet to tell us where he resided, but I like to imagine that one day I would meet him somehow. Stacy was very close to her whole family, cousins, aunts, uncles and all. She said that her aunt and uncle were divorced and since then, she considered herself a divorce expert. However, upon hearing my experiences and thoughts on the subject, she wasn't so sure anymore.
How was I to greet someone I knew fairly well, but yet didn't know at all? Should I say "Hello, how are you?" in a formal fashion and shake her hand, or should I say "Hey, what's up?" in the everyday teen vernacular and hug her? I decided to anticipate the latter. After all, Mom and Tracy will most likely greet through embrace, since they've known each other for so long. They've actually met many times before. They've even went on double dates.
That night, when I finally submitted to sleep, I dreamt of meeting my penpal at the airport. Everything went well, we were all smiling and happy. We drove home, and I witnessed a miraculous sight. On the porch of our home, stood Dad with his arm around my beaming mother. I just stared at that picture until it blurred and I awakened. I then sat up in bed, smiling, thinking "if only..."