My day usually started off with the words, “Smell my feet”. Obviously, that was my mad uncle, Steve. Uncle Steve was as weird as they come. He wasn’t simply just going to leave me alone, after irritating me, ruining my day and making me want to puke by thinking of his smelly feet.
So here’s how it usually goes; he’ll usually irritate me, put his stinky feet in my face, oh and then tell me, “I’ll put you back in school”. Not like I even know what the heck that even means, like what the heck? I’m already in school, high school for his information. He doesn’t think anything about the misery he’s causing me. Instead, he thinks of it as jokes, and guess what? I’m only 13 years old, meaning I will have these memories for the rest of my life.
I’m 13, living in the dazzling city of Las Vegas. You know what they say right? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I know right? Life must be so amazing? Not so much! My family, oh, they’re a living horror. So here’s how my day goes; I go to school, not to even mention what a headache that is; then come home to a father that orders me around, do this, do that like there’s no tomorrow. Not to mention after he orders me around, he sends me to my granny’s house to pick up something. Wait what? Oh no, not my granny. Please, not her.
Yes, my granny is one of those odd grannies in books, long nails with dirt under it.
At least when I go there, I could see my priest of an uncle, we usually only talk about church stuff. He might be a little irritating over social media, but he’s still my favourite uncle.
My family wasn’t really big on reunions. When they had reunions, my granny always tried to make it perfect whilst the others were busy being angry at one another. There was always trouble coming at reunions; it’s either my uncle was drunk, or my aunt was swearing at her fiancé. We had a reunion for my birthday, April 2nd.
Happy birthday to me! Yes, it was my birthday, finally! I waited a whole year for this day. I got gifts from my granny, Uncle Steve and my priest uncle. I was going to get gifts later on at the reunion. I was a bit nervous to see what the reunion was going to bring because there is always trouble, but deep down I had a little bit of hope.
It was finally afternoon, the time of the reunion, but everyone was “fashionably late” as they call it. So I decided to go to an entertainment centre a few blocks away from the hotel I stayed in, Caesar’s Palace. At the entertainment centre, I went to the video games section to check out the latest, hoping I would soon get a call from Granny saying my whole family had arrived. One and a half hours later, I finally got the call. I was actually disappointed in the fact that they were late.
At the same time, I was excited, knowing I’d open my gifts soon.
It took me approximately ten minutes to get back to the hotel. I got there, drank some orange juice, then as I went to put the glass down, I saw all my gifts! I was shocked. I didn’t expect to get so many gifts. So I decided to open them.
I got the latest Grand Theft Auto, a new iPad in a blue cover, some toys and even a $1000 gaming voucher! Wow, I was so shocked! My dad even bought cake!
So finally we sat down for the family lunch in chaos. Yes, I said it. Chaos! My aunt was at it again, swearing like there’s no tomorrow. Not to mention my uncle and his, “smell my feet” which really upset me because they were causing havoc on my birthday. Finally, my granny silenced them. She insisted that they should sing for me, and I should blow out my candles.
“Happy birthday to you,” sung my family, I was blushing like a goose on steroids.
Before I could even think about making a wish and blow out my candles, they started again. I decided to ignore them, and I just made a wish and blew my candles out. I wished that my family could stop their nonsense and live in perfect harmony, which they did eventually.
A week after my birthday, my family started changing, sort of. My aunt stopped her swearing, and everybody valued each other’s points of view as they did not before. Finally, my uncle, Steve, stopped with his “smell my feet” comment. But eventually, he started with, “smell my breath” which was better because his breath didn’t actually stink that much. So basically my family was the closest to perfect that it ever will be, and this made me realise how precious family is.
Tell us: Is your family close like this one? What are they like?