Living in a household full of women customarily is sometimes very exasperating. Women are very sensitive and emotional. They resemble a balloon, very fragile, and one traumatizing event will instantly shatter them, which of course will result in pain towards me, the opposite gender. I would have to pick up the pieces and mend everything back together. For I believe women can't pick up after themselves. Especially my two baby sisters, Keira and Mai.
I Charles Raymond Christianson Darling am the gentleman of the house. Responsibility should be my middle name, for I have heaps of it. Even though Keira and Mai have passed their diaper era, it still is very hard to take care of them. Especially now since they have crossed into the pre-teen period. But what makes it appallingly difficult is knowing that they do not want to grow up. Having them not take any responsibility, or having to face and solve their own tribulations, above all they do not want to feel any troublesome emotions. Which I believe is a part of life, and it also strengthens you for the harsh world ahead, a world in which they refuse to live in.
"Charles! Will you please retrieve your sister Keira Ann, I made her favorite tonight!" Mother asked as she rummaged through the drawers trying to look for the nice silverware.
I walked up our stairs, and headed to the nursery where I knew Keira Ann would be sleeping. I slowly reached the door, and knocked silently.
"Keira Ann," I asked, "are you eating dinner?"
"No Charles," she replied after a long pause, "I'm heading to bed..."
I could hear from her voice that she's been exhausted of the day's happenings, and decided not to argue.
"All right then." I agreed, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I heard her whimper.
After hearing her silent pain, I started to recognize why they did not want to grow up. Maybe having them not grow up would protect them from all the hurt. That is the way I wanted it; I did not want them to feel any form of melancholy. I really enjoyed our younger days, where we were so carefree, and we were in our own little bubble in which no harm could get to us, none emotionally and physically. But that bubble now seizes to exist. Somehow all 3 of us are growing farther apart as we grow. I guess the not growing up idea isn't so bad. If we do not grow up, I shall have my sisters back, and no pain shall come to them! Especially none from a boy, that's a relief...I hope they're still at the stage of believing that other boys have cooties.
While walking down the upstairs hall I saw that Mai had trouble with her new dress. Ever since she had got it on, she has been fidgeting none stop. She headed downstairs and put on her polite act. Keira and Mai had definitely grown up, physically I mean. They sure have budded superbly. Much like a rose, during springtime. When they were younger, about 5 and 6, they both had tremendously crooked teeth. What years can do, now their teeth are heavenly whites and extremely straight. Their tresses changed to suit their more feminine like body. Once younger they had bobbles of soft curls from the scalp of their head twisting all the way down to the roots. Now their hair goes straight from the scalp, leading to soft little waves of curls on the bottom. Many of the boys at school fancied them, but with my watch and their tough behavior no boy had the courage to court them. Even though they have grown quite impeccably, their faces will never change. Still with the creamy white baby skin complexion, rosy blush forever staining their cheeks, plump pink lips, that hopefully has never been touched by any foreign man, and if not most important their innocent light green eyes tinting with a dark blue will never change. And that is what represents their youth, and their pure heart.
"Oh Charlie! Will you come downstairs now," Mother called to me.
I walked downstairs to accompany Mr. and Mrs. Radcur to the dining area. Whilst I was sitting with them at the table, I listened to their conversation. It was most on how they would take in Keira, and in time they would take Mai as well. I went to a boarding school when I was about Mai's age. I hated it and mostly got into trouble so they sent me back. I was very fortunate.
I then heard movement in the kitchen. I wasn't quite sure who it was but I went to investigate. It was Mai, she seemed to be weeping. We got into an argument.
"Charlie is forever no more! In return we miserably have CHARLES!" Mai screamed at me. And that was the last thing she said, she ran out of the kitchen and stomped upstairs.
A pang of pain in my stomach stung horridly. For her words were true, and that is what I hate the most. I wasn't their brotherly figure anymore. I seemed to have become an adult, a creature in which Mai and Keira despise and will definitely not listen to. There was no more sibling love between us, only hatred. But I promise to plaster an everlasting smile on both Keira and Mai's face, even if it means, to not grow up with them as well.
I Charles Raymond Christianson Darling am the gentleman of the house. Responsibility should be my middle name, for I have heaps of it. Even though Keira and Mai have passed their diaper era, it still is very hard to take care of them. Especially now since they have crossed into the pre-teen period. But what makes it appallingly difficult is knowing that they do not want to grow up. Having them not take any responsibility, or having to face and solve their own tribulations, above all they do not want to feel any troublesome emotions. Which I believe is a part of life, and it also strengthens you for the harsh world ahead, a world in which they refuse to live in.
"Charles! Will you please retrieve your sister Keira Ann, I made her favorite tonight!" Mother asked as she rummaged through the drawers trying to look for the nice silverware.
I walked up our stairs, and headed to the nursery where I knew Keira Ann would be sleeping. I slowly reached the door, and knocked silently.
"Keira Ann," I asked, "are you eating dinner?"
"No Charles," she replied after a long pause, "I'm heading to bed..."
I could hear from her voice that she's been exhausted of the day's happenings, and decided not to argue.
"All right then." I agreed, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I heard her whimper.
After hearing her silent pain, I started to recognize why they did not want to grow up. Maybe having them not grow up would protect them from all the hurt. That is the way I wanted it; I did not want them to feel any form of melancholy. I really enjoyed our younger days, where we were so carefree, and we were in our own little bubble in which no harm could get to us, none emotionally and physically. But that bubble now seizes to exist. Somehow all 3 of us are growing farther apart as we grow. I guess the not growing up idea isn't so bad. If we do not grow up, I shall have my sisters back, and no pain shall come to them! Especially none from a boy, that's a relief...I hope they're still at the stage of believing that other boys have cooties.
While walking down the upstairs hall I saw that Mai had trouble with her new dress. Ever since she had got it on, she has been fidgeting none stop. She headed downstairs and put on her polite act. Keira and Mai had definitely grown up, physically I mean. They sure have budded superbly. Much like a rose, during springtime. When they were younger, about 5 and 6, they both had tremendously crooked teeth. What years can do, now their teeth are heavenly whites and extremely straight. Their tresses changed to suit their more feminine like body. Once younger they had bobbles of soft curls from the scalp of their head twisting all the way down to the roots. Now their hair goes straight from the scalp, leading to soft little waves of curls on the bottom. Many of the boys at school fancied them, but with my watch and their tough behavior no boy had the courage to court them. Even though they have grown quite impeccably, their faces will never change. Still with the creamy white baby skin complexion, rosy blush forever staining their cheeks, plump pink lips, that hopefully has never been touched by any foreign man, and if not most important their innocent light green eyes tinting with a dark blue will never change. And that is what represents their youth, and their pure heart.
"Oh Charlie! Will you come downstairs now," Mother called to me.
I walked downstairs to accompany Mr. and Mrs. Radcur to the dining area. Whilst I was sitting with them at the table, I listened to their conversation. It was most on how they would take in Keira, and in time they would take Mai as well. I went to a boarding school when I was about Mai's age. I hated it and mostly got into trouble so they sent me back. I was very fortunate.
I then heard movement in the kitchen. I wasn't quite sure who it was but I went to investigate. It was Mai, she seemed to be weeping. We got into an argument.
"Charlie is forever no more! In return we miserably have CHARLES!" Mai screamed at me. And that was the last thing she said, she ran out of the kitchen and stomped upstairs.
A pang of pain in my stomach stung horridly. For her words were true, and that is what I hate the most. I wasn't their brotherly figure anymore. I seemed to have become an adult, a creature in which Mai and Keira despise and will definitely not listen to. There was no more sibling love between us, only hatred. But I promise to plaster an everlasting smile on both Keira and Mai's face, even if it means, to not grow up with them as well.