angel-san
01-23-2009, 12:27 AM
We ate breakfast with haste since we had a lot to do. We were going to the lake to go canoeing, and when we get back, I am going to watch the boys while they go and fix something in the shop. Uncle Jared said something about a four-wheeler. Oh joy, am I going to have fun. Not really. Jeremy and James are good kids, and they obey me, so it should be easy babysitting. After Jared, Kay, and Nicola were gone, they wanted to play cops and robbers, but for several minutes, they were arguing over who was going to have me as a partner. Nodding my head disapprovingly, I grabbed a squirt gun to my right and shot them both with water. They both laughed, and started shooting me back. We had fun, however, when we were finished playing, all three of us were soaking wet.
I took the boys inside and went to the bathroom. They did not mind in the least as I drew their bath while they got undressed. “Okay boys, you can get in now. Just do not make a mess. I will be back in five minutes,” I said. “Aye, aye, captain,” said Jeremy. “Man overboard,” said James as they carried on in the tub. I laughed and went to my room and changed into come comfier clothes. I decided on my favorite pair of Arizona jeans, a red pinned striped shirt, and black flip flops. The boys were waiting for me to let the water out of the tub and to wrap them in their towels. “Rose, I love you,” they both said, as they gave me a hug instantaneously. I loved them back, but not in the same way you love a significant other. I loved them as they were my little brothers. “I love you too,” I said. “The both of you better get dressed,” I said as they drew away from me.
They came out wearing the exact same outfits, and I just laughed. They were trying to act cute, and it did not work on me since I knew their act instantly from recent years. All three of us were playing chutes and ladders when the adults came back in the house. Uncle Jared gleamed at me with a look that had me puzzled as soon as I saw his expression. Kay and Nicola were giggling in spite of his puzzled look, and immediately, I began to speculate what had happened in the barn. Uncle Jared tapped me on the shoulder as I took a turn out from playing trouble with the twins. Both aunts decided that they wanted to regain some childhood memories by playing against them.
“I have something to show you Rose,” said Uncle Jared as he showed me the way to a spare bedroom. For some reason, it felt nostalgic in the room, as if I have been in here before. Looking out of the window, I recognized immediately why this room felt so familiar. I spent countless days staying in this room growing up into a young adult, as I helped over the summers here in Cleveland, Tennessee. Mom and Dad spent countless days of remorse, thinking of when I was coming home for another school year. Uncle Jared got out several boxes of things and set them on the bed, as he began to say something important. “Rose, before your mother died, she told me one day that she would want you to have these things that were once hers.” He stopped talking, as if he were thinking of how to say the next sentence carefully without hurting my feelings. Opening the box closest to him inside was a beautiful jewelry box, with dust gathered all around it. He took a cloth and cleaned it off carefully, as if it was delicate and it would fall apart in his hands. “This was your mother’s when she was your age. Her mother, your grandma, gave this to her. She wanted you to have it.”
I held the priceless antique looking jewelry box in my hands and very carefully, I opened it up. Still inside were the earrings I remembered mom wearing all the time when I was little. Dad had given her these earrings for Christmas one year when mom was only 20 years old. Uncle Jared remembered as well, for the wrinkles on his head at the moment are bunched up, as if he were remembering that time as well. Mom had told me the story. I put the earrings on, and they actually looked good on me. I go to take them off and Uncle Jared says, “Do not take them off Rose; your mother would want you to wear them.” So I keep them on, in remembrance of her. We go through the rest of the belongings that was once my mothers and I take them with me to my room that I was given. Aunt Kay looks at me when I walk in the living room as if I was a ghost. Nicola did not know what was going on and did not say a thing. Apparently I looked like my mother because she said her name instead of mine, “Maya.” “No Aunt Kay, it’s me, Rose, your niece,” I comment. “You look so like your mother,” she replied.
We went out to eat at the local diner for dinner since Uncle Jared wanted a night off from cooking. It was rather good, and I savored every single bite that went into my mouth. I ordered a smoked chicken sandwich with a salad. The twins both had a cheeseburger with fries and Uncle Jared had the same, but not from the children’s menu. I gave him crap about it and he took it better than I thought he would since he just laughed at me in unison. Kay and Nicola had the chef’s salad. After getting back to the house, we all decided on going to bed rather early to get to church on time.
I took the boys inside and went to the bathroom. They did not mind in the least as I drew their bath while they got undressed. “Okay boys, you can get in now. Just do not make a mess. I will be back in five minutes,” I said. “Aye, aye, captain,” said Jeremy. “Man overboard,” said James as they carried on in the tub. I laughed and went to my room and changed into come comfier clothes. I decided on my favorite pair of Arizona jeans, a red pinned striped shirt, and black flip flops. The boys were waiting for me to let the water out of the tub and to wrap them in their towels. “Rose, I love you,” they both said, as they gave me a hug instantaneously. I loved them back, but not in the same way you love a significant other. I loved them as they were my little brothers. “I love you too,” I said. “The both of you better get dressed,” I said as they drew away from me.
They came out wearing the exact same outfits, and I just laughed. They were trying to act cute, and it did not work on me since I knew their act instantly from recent years. All three of us were playing chutes and ladders when the adults came back in the house. Uncle Jared gleamed at me with a look that had me puzzled as soon as I saw his expression. Kay and Nicola were giggling in spite of his puzzled look, and immediately, I began to speculate what had happened in the barn. Uncle Jared tapped me on the shoulder as I took a turn out from playing trouble with the twins. Both aunts decided that they wanted to regain some childhood memories by playing against them.
“I have something to show you Rose,” said Uncle Jared as he showed me the way to a spare bedroom. For some reason, it felt nostalgic in the room, as if I have been in here before. Looking out of the window, I recognized immediately why this room felt so familiar. I spent countless days staying in this room growing up into a young adult, as I helped over the summers here in Cleveland, Tennessee. Mom and Dad spent countless days of remorse, thinking of when I was coming home for another school year. Uncle Jared got out several boxes of things and set them on the bed, as he began to say something important. “Rose, before your mother died, she told me one day that she would want you to have these things that were once hers.” He stopped talking, as if he were thinking of how to say the next sentence carefully without hurting my feelings. Opening the box closest to him inside was a beautiful jewelry box, with dust gathered all around it. He took a cloth and cleaned it off carefully, as if it was delicate and it would fall apart in his hands. “This was your mother’s when she was your age. Her mother, your grandma, gave this to her. She wanted you to have it.”
I held the priceless antique looking jewelry box in my hands and very carefully, I opened it up. Still inside were the earrings I remembered mom wearing all the time when I was little. Dad had given her these earrings for Christmas one year when mom was only 20 years old. Uncle Jared remembered as well, for the wrinkles on his head at the moment are bunched up, as if he were remembering that time as well. Mom had told me the story. I put the earrings on, and they actually looked good on me. I go to take them off and Uncle Jared says, “Do not take them off Rose; your mother would want you to wear them.” So I keep them on, in remembrance of her. We go through the rest of the belongings that was once my mothers and I take them with me to my room that I was given. Aunt Kay looks at me when I walk in the living room as if I was a ghost. Nicola did not know what was going on and did not say a thing. Apparently I looked like my mother because she said her name instead of mine, “Maya.” “No Aunt Kay, it’s me, Rose, your niece,” I comment. “You look so like your mother,” she replied.
We went out to eat at the local diner for dinner since Uncle Jared wanted a night off from cooking. It was rather good, and I savored every single bite that went into my mouth. I ordered a smoked chicken sandwich with a salad. The twins both had a cheeseburger with fries and Uncle Jared had the same, but not from the children’s menu. I gave him crap about it and he took it better than I thought he would since he just laughed at me in unison. Kay and Nicola had the chef’s salad. After getting back to the house, we all decided on going to bed rather early to get to church on time.