I would normally be asleep right now but driving around with my brother threw me off my normal schedule. Today started off as a good day. I came home and my niece was here (that little girl can brighten any one's day.) and there was a cake being made. We were celebrating my aunts and grandfather's birthday.
Lots of laughs. Lots of pictures. I allowed myself to feel comfortable around a group of people I usually don't involved myself with as much as I use to. We had a glass of champagne, acting rather silly. The atmosphere was good. Too good to be true of when you're dealing with my family.
My little cousin who is 10 years old is well known for her fresh remarks and the habit to mumble under her breath when someone older than her tells her what to do. I for one cannot stand it and have almost lost my temper with her a couple of times. I often have to remind myself that she is 10 and I am 19. In conclusion she is not my peer. But by the way she acts you wouldn't think that she was 10. Her personality is not the personality that most 10 years old have, in fact you would think by the things she watch on TV, the way she talks, the things that she does actually 5 years older. I remember when I was ten, all I did was play with barbies. I lived in my own world and was unaware of what the adults were saying. It didn't interest me and they made sure it was none of my business. I wasn't allowed to watch sex scenes until I was 15 and still didn't feel comfortable. I felt as if I was being disrespectful to my parents. But with my little cousin nothing is "too adult" for her. She has seen and heard all kind of language. You can't blame anyone but the parents, correct?
Back to what I was saying about tonight. Anyway I was being asked to take a picture of another cousin of mine who is 17. He was getting his jacket on and whatnot; wanting to nice for his picture. My little cousin made a smart comment to him so my brother who is also 17 said something to her. If I'm not mistaken it was about her staying in a little girl's place (which he is absolutely correct about) and of course she mumbled under her breath. It pissed my brother off to the point where the two were going to start arguing but my mother put a stop to it, yelling at the both of them to relax.
Being the 10 year old girl that she is, she went running into the bathroom and begin to cry. You can't fault her for that. Again she is 10 even though she doesn't act like it. My aunt, who is her mother asked her what was wrong and she said that my mother yelled at her and only her. Bullshit. I was standing right there and she yelled at the both of them. Sorry that my brother is not a little girl who goes crying into bathroom. He's 17! My god if he started to cry I would never let that go. Jokes for days. My aunt came into the living room and gave my mother attitude making it seem as if she only yelled at my little cousin. My mother being the strong woman that she is didn't pay much mind to it, instead we were too busy trying to calm my niece down because she wouldn't stop shaking (my mother scared her when she yelled). My only concern was my niece, I really didn't care what was going on.
But somewhere between that my 2 aunts went into a room and started talking shit...something that they're really good at. All I know is that I'm in the living and the other aunt (we're going to call her aunt B) aunt b said something to my mother about how she only yelled at my cousin. My mom completely ignore her so she went on and made a comment to my brother saying "why are you always picking on her. You wouldn't like that if someone were to do that to your niece" Ahem ladies and gentlemen what we call this is pity bullshit.
Instead of going off the handle like he normally would my brother spoke in a calm and mellow voice. My mother ended up kicking my aunt out before things escalated from there.
From there my brother came into my room to vent. Which is why we ended up in the car driving around my neighborhood. What we talked about in the car will be part 2 of the story.
I'm going to bed. Night all!
-O!
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