She didn’t raise her voice, but Debra acted as if she did. “Isn’t that the point of being an adult?” Siobhan asked. “I’m just trying to help you!” her aunt exclaimed. Siobhan hoped it wouldn’t turn into a full-blown argument. ![]() “Am I not allowed to pick my classes anymore?” Siobhan was just as shocked as Debra was at that reaction. You know you don’t do well with that online stuff.” “You need an actual teacher in front of you. “You need to take on-site classes,” she told her sternly. She wasn't in the mood to have this conversation, especially when she had already told her that the class she needed to take wasn’t on-site.ĭebra noticed her reaction and put down her fork, glaring disapprovingly at her niece. “So, have you only registered for on-site classes as I told you?” The aroma of breakfast had been filling the room, making Siobhan’s stomach growl. “Thanks.” Siobhan fixed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. “Breakfast is on the stove help yourself as always.” Your cousins are coming over, but you’ll be gone by then.”ĭebra sat at the high table. “Wish you could stay with me a little longer. Debora was in her robe and bonnet looking ever so comfortable.ĭebra eyed Siobhan’s suitcase. Siobhan entered the kitchen as well and made her pot of coffee. She could hear her aunt shuffling in the kitchen as she made herself a pot of coffee. She wanted to take it for herself, but she didn’t want to go through with arguing with her over a picture of her mother. She paused to look at her mother’s picture. The sun peaked through the blinds the next morning. Siobhan went to sleep, excited about leaving her house in the morning and going to her apartment. It’s just that something about her wasn’t right. They were living normal lives and into normal hobbies like fantasy football and hockey. But she often felt she had to compete with her cousins, who were more like siblings to her. Now, Siobhan felt because Debra was the only family she had, she was obligated to visit her and keep in touch. She had an old person’s name, Nancy, but she never had a baby-boomer personality. She was the complete and total opposite of her sister. Her mother smiled up at her from the picture placed on her bedside table. Once the boring lecture was over, Siobhan made herself something to eat and went into the guest bedroom her aunt made for her. That’s what her cousins told her every time she needed to vent.ĭebra continued to drone on about the importance of one’s appearances, and Siobhan made to appear as if she was listening she wasn’t on her phone and she made scarily prolonged eye contact as Debra spoke, even going as far as to nod her head in understanding. ![]() ![]() After all, Debra was the only family she had and any nonsense is what she had to put up with. At least that was what Siobhan wanted to think. ![]() She didn’t want to say anything and start an argument like they had in the past. “I thought when you moved out, that you would at least respect yourself and your appearance.” “Auntie, what-” Debra quickly sauntered over and placed the phone in front of Siobhan’s face. What are they? Look how you are dressed!” “Look at these pictures you took, Siobhan. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through…something. “My friends are helping me.”ĭebra scoffed. “I can’t believe the friends you are starting to make, Siobhan,” Debra said as she folded laundry.
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