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SIblings


They wake me up to windows bright open,

Loud music and loud bangs

One gets my clothes, other gets my phone, and another gets my makeup

 

Esteban likes to play sports ,Gigio likes cars and Allison likes dresses

While I like food and rock music and nothing they like

I get in trouble while they  laugh at me

They  get me mad and impatient

Like when Esteban went to a party and had to be home by 7:30

And We went looking for him and he had been gone for more than an hour and 30 minutes

My desperate parents and I were contacting his friends and looking through his social media.

I was mad at him and that made me feel miserable.

 

Or like when we went to walmart and Allison got lost

I went to go find a line that was shorter to check out all the food

And 3 minutes pass by and my mom noticed she was missing

I was getting nervous because I did not know what to do

Instead of helping my mom I was making things worse

While I was having a panic attack and I spotted my sister

I yelled at Esteban and said “ I SEE HER SHE IS NEAR THE BREAD ”

Not really knowing what I just said he ran until he saw my sister.

While I saw him running everything was in slow motion

Thinking about all the things that could have happened if she would have been missing

 

I think about how Gigio and kids at his school call him gross for no reason

I yell at him when he ask me a numerous amount of questions

Without thinking I make him feel worse at home.  

He has enough at school so to make it up to him

I say that when they call him gross he should say

“ The only gross thing is that there is a booger up your nose”  

He laughs so hard that he is out of breath

 

But yet again I try hard to make him feel better even if nobody tries to make me feel better

But when I play with them after a long stressful day they know I love them no matter.

-- Ariadne Reyna

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