Confessions Of A Bad Sister
Posted by Ling on May 17, 2008
Recently the weather has been really sunny and hot here. The sun is great to wake up to and it’s also great to finish work (yes, I am back at work) when it’s still bright outside.
However, I’ve realised that because of the heat, I have not been my usual self. I have been doing things that I do not usually do – eating salads, being easily angered, cussing, mood swings and other stuff…
One morning, I woke up and I was feeling all cheery until I realised I could not find one pair of work trousers…not ONE pair!!!! Where the heck did they disappear to???
Bro 6 – my 12-yr-old brother – is in charge of laundry…so I found him and questioned him where my work clothes were. He simply shrugged his shoulders and left for school….I was FUMING!!! I searched through all the laundry baskets, washing machine, tumble dryer, my mum’s wardrobe, the dressing room, my wardrobes AGAIN but NOTHING!!!!!
I was cussing and stomping about. I was so MAD!!! Bro 6 wasn’t even around but I was shouting and yelling at him as if he was there…“you STUPID BOY…you’re USELESS…gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” In the end, I wore some black jeans!
Anyway, I went to work and had the fan on me to cool me down because I was still raging inside. And then, finally work was over…
Usually, I don’t call home after work. I usually either go home or hang out with my friends without calling home. But on that day, even though I was going to meet my friends, I decided to call home.
Bro 5 – my 16-yr-old brother – answered the phone.
“Hi Bro 5, where’s Mum? What’s happening…?”
“OHMYGOODNESS! On the way home from violin lesson, Bro 6 fell off his bike, cycled home covered in blood and then he fainted TWICE!!!”
My heart skipped so many beats! I rushed home to check on Bro 6. I was ready to take him to hospital, but because he hadn’t fallen on his head, my mum said it was okay…he was just dehydrated…and bloody…
I felt so so so so so bad for being so mean to him that morning.- calling him names and all even though he wasn’t around to hear it, just because of some stupid silly work clothes.
I see blood practically every day at work (bleeding gums, extractions,etc) but seeing blood coming from your own family members – it’s just so horrible!!!!
Poor boy…imagine if something worse had happened to him?? *shudder at the thought*
I’m sorry Bro 6!
onle said,
Glad your brother is ok, then. I wonder who’s stealing all your work trousers. I bet it’s some crazy guy. I mean, who would steal trousers? It’s much more sensible to steal shoes. PS: Don’t ask me where your shoes are, because I don’t know, and they are most definitely not under my bed in a transparent plastic box from which I occasionally take a sniff…
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