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Tales of the Raconteur


Monday, January 26, 2009
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MONDAY
26 JANUARY 2009

Today started off with a rather high note. I was looking forward to what my mother had bought for breakfast. I had already told her what I wanted, but even if she did not buy what I wanted, there would be no reason for me to get angry. So thats why, I am happy.

I was the first one among my siblings to wake up. I fell asleep in the living room as I was watching television the night before. It was really uncomfortable and that might be the reason why I happened to wake up bright and early. Also, my father was watching television. It was pretty noisy when I woke up and I felt like shouting out of being annoyed but I had to keep my cool. I can't just scream at him. I smiled and went towards the dining table.

My mother had bought a packet of some delicious Indian dish. I forgot what it was called but I can clearly remember its taste. The contents of the dish were potato and some vegetables. There was a sauce to go with it. My favourite! My sister woke up and heated up a drink in the microwave oven. No conversation occurred as I was the type who didn't like to talk just after waking up, I also get angry really easily. To avoid a fight, I had to keep quiet but some people in my family just don't understand that yet. And that would be, my eldest sister. She always asks me too many questions early in the morning with that annoying tone and voice. Why can't she ever understand! She thinks the opposite, " What is wrong with him! "

Due to this, we have fights most of the time. I headed towards my sister's room. There I saw my sick brother shaking his head. Recently, he contracted chicken pox, most likely because he doesn't know how to take care of his hygiene. As for me, I am becoming someone who is too careful about hygiene. A tiny ball of dust and I would wash my hands straight away. I avoided my brother the whole day. Making sure I didn't touch whatever he has touched. Although it doesn't spread that way, I am just being cautious.

Around 2pm, my eldest sister started cooking for our special lunch since today was Lunar New Year. My eldest sister and sister have been discussing about this for 2 weeks. My sister was very enthusiastic about this meal and had so many ideas. Today, she did not help at all. It was the same case during Christmas. A non-verbal fight was inevitable. As I had guessed, the fight occurred. My sister didn't help, she was busy joking around with my brother in front of the television. My eldest sister had noticed this, and it became even worse when my mother commented that my sister wasn't helping.

My sister is not the type who cares, she remains calm in these kind of situations and acts like nothing has ever happened. The lunch was a disaster, with doors slamming constantly as my eldest sister went out and in of her room. She had already prepared the lunch for everyone but she was really annoyed at the fact that nobody offered to help or even say a single thank you. Also, there was something that happened that really triggered the fire in her. My mother told my sister to do the laundry, but she did not do it straight away. My eldest sister, already annoyed, became more annoyed and just did the laundry for my mother. It was then that the slamming started.

Now, the "fight" still continues. I hope it settles down soon.


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