The Survivors
Are you a survivor?
Chapter one - Meet the Family
Living in a small town was not easy. The people always seemed to be very plump and outrageously unpleasant. No matter how hard I tried to cheer others up, they just complained even more! My dad's complaining probably had to do with the fact that he was married to an over-protective cleaning- freak, who spent half of her life complaining about our tiny three room condo. My sister on the other hand, was and is still a nut-case. She enjoys looking at the ceiling, hopping in circles, and pulling other peoples hair. Not to mention that she still uses pull-ups; not because she needs them, but because she enjoys them! She eats for breakfast, very childish cereals, such as, Captain Crunch, Lucky Charms, and Corn Puffs. She is a real imberassment to the family. Now at the age of 25, she works as a subtitute teacher, God only knows how she got that job, for a pre-school. Though she may act crazily at times, you have to love her. Her heart is larger than any I have ever seen before; and that I commend her for.
I seemed to be the only wise person in my family (except for my father). Everyone else was either whining, putting on their pull ups, or reading. It doesn't seem to matter who my family was.I know their all crazy, but no one else seems to care about it. If only they knew. May God have mercy on them if they, like me, ended up living in a nutshell. The nutshell, I say meaning our three room condo; fake leather couches, ugly brown and yellow curtains, tiny beds, a crib- for my sister, which was there until she left for college, a pine tree, laundry thrown everywhere, and of course our beautiful mail box, shaped as a walnut. My sisters idea, of course. To accentuate the idea that our family is a nut house, but she doesn't seem to realize she's a part of it. You may find it weird, me telling the life of an absolutely crazy family, but I bet yours is similar to mine in some aspects. Every family has its craziness, though sometimes it is uncertain. If you don't see it then maybe you are a part of your families craziness, wake-up I say then. A family of four we are, don't look us up in the yellow pages, you won't find us. Look for a walnnut shaped mailbox, you'll no it's us, we're the only people in the world who have one.
Are you a survivor?
Chapter one - Meet the Family
Living in a small town was not easy. The people always seemed to be very plump and outrageously unpleasant. No matter how hard I tried to cheer others up, they just complained even more! My dad's complaining probably had to do with the fact that he was married to an over-protective cleaning- freak, who spent half of her life complaining about our tiny three room condo. My sister on the other hand, was and is still a nut-case. She enjoys looking at the ceiling, hopping in circles, and pulling other peoples hair. Not to mention that she still uses pull-ups; not because she needs them, but because she enjoys them! She eats for breakfast, very childish cereals, such as, Captain Crunch, Lucky Charms, and Corn Puffs. She is a real imberassment to the family. Now at the age of 25, she works as a subtitute teacher, God only knows how she got that job, for a pre-school. Though she may act crazily at times, you have to love her. Her heart is larger than any I have ever seen before; and that I commend her for.
I seemed to be the only wise person in my family (except for my father). Everyone else was either whining, putting on their pull ups, or reading. It doesn't seem to matter who my family was.I know their all crazy, but no one else seems to care about it. If only they knew. May God have mercy on them if they, like me, ended up living in a nutshell. The nutshell, I say meaning our three room condo; fake leather couches, ugly brown and yellow curtains, tiny beds, a crib- for my sister, which was there until she left for college, a pine tree, laundry thrown everywhere, and of course our beautiful mail box, shaped as a walnut. My sisters idea, of course. To accentuate the idea that our family is a nut house, but she doesn't seem to realize she's a part of it. You may find it weird, me telling the life of an absolutely crazy family, but I bet yours is similar to mine in some aspects. Every family has its craziness, though sometimes it is uncertain. If you don't see it then maybe you are a part of your families craziness, wake-up I say then. A family of four we are, don't look us up in the yellow pages, you won't find us. Look for a walnnut shaped mailbox, you'll no it's us, we're the only people in the world who have one.