You Call This a Gift?

I fumbled to get my key into the door and pushed it open. I stood and gazed into a dark empty feeling house that I called home. I walked through dropping my bag on the dining room table, grabbing an apple and calling out, “Mom, I’m home”. I got no reply and saw the note on the fridge that read, “Hey, honey, I’m going to be out for most of the day; I’m picking your sister up from school and taking her to gymnastics and then will be home for dinner. Have a good night, Love you lots – Mom.”

I let out a deep breath and made my way to my room. I placed the gift from Kenna on my vanity and sat in my chair and glanced around my room. My head was pounding and my heart was racing, “What is going on with me today?” I asked myself. I placed my head in my hands, contemplating whether to get a glass of water or not. I was extremely thirsty but didn’t feel inclined to move. I lifted my head in an attempt to get up and get it when I noticed a glass of water on the vanity in front of me. I looked at it confused. I don’t remember bringing that in here. “Am I really so out of it that I don’t remember getting water?” I stood and shook my head as I made my way to my bed where I collapsed in a heap. The thoughts of the day were bombarding my brain. I rolled over in annoyance, it was cold and I wished for another blanket, immediately after I noticed I had four on top of me already. I sat up perplexed. “Ok, this blanket is definitely from Marina’s room,” I said in confusion, looking at the beauty and the beast blanket that was gripped between my fingers. “That little brat must have left it in here, I don’t know how many times I’ve told her to keep her things out of here,” I angrily thought.

I woke up to the sound of the door slamming, little feet running across the house, and the voices of my mom and Marina. Next thing I knew, I had an eight-year-old jumping on me yelling, “Get up, get up, we’re home, come and play!” I gently shoved her off me and told her to go away. She sulked out of the room in tears.

Following that, I heard my mom’s voice ringing through the house, “Annalisia Desirae Fitz, get out here right now and apologize to your sister!”

Ugh, I sighed with utter disbelief and made my way out to the living room where my mom was standing hand on hip pointing at my upset little sister. “Why do I need to apologize? She came running into my room, jumped on me, yelled, and left her blanket in my room,” I argued.

Marina jumped in yelling, “I did not leave my blanket in your room, I took it to school with me; it’s right here in my bag.” She said assuringly while wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Sure, it is. Let me see it then,” I said with irritation in my voice.

She reached down unzipping her Cinderella backpack, eyes tightening, tears forming. “It was right here! Mom even saw it! She made me put it in my bag before gymnastics,” she said in confusion.

Mom looked at me and smiled saying, “Okay, girls, we just have a little misunderstanding here; let’s drop it and move on, okay?” Following that, she said, “Now, girls, both of you go to your rooms until dinner.”