"Hey! You're stirring it wrong!" John shouts at me as I stir a big pot of spaghetti sauce.

We were going to have spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight. But Mom and Dad had to go work, and Jill had to take care of Lily, so John and I are in charge.

Though Christmas has passed, but I decided to time skip again. We always make spaghetti sauce which was an old family recipe, and we're not even Italian. We're somehow German, and I don't know which side. Rizzo is Italian. Sonny is also, Frenchy too, and Doody is too because his real name is Antonino. We named him Doody because of the puppet in this children's show "Howdy Doody." I'm not sure about the others, but all I know is that I'm not Italian though I look Italian and my hair is blackish brown.

Anyways… I shouted back at him, "I'm stirring the best I can!" I took another spoon of some sauce and put it to my lips.

"Hey hey hey hey! Go easy there!" He stops me.

I laughed. "Sorry!"

"Here's how you stir in with the meatballs." John takes the spoon and stirs it. I watched and then said, "That's the same exact thing I do!"

"I do it better l'il sis! Hey. Can you get some cheese?"

"I thought I put it in." I looked into the pot and he said, "Could use a little more..."

"Ok. I'll go get the cheese." I went to go to the fridge, but then I felt something hot on my back of my neck. I touched and and looked to see sauce on my hand. I turned around to see John about to throw another meatball at me.

He smiles, "Remember a good time L'il sis?"

I shook my head. "No." I slowly went back to the pot and then reached my hand in there to pick up a warm meatball, and squished it with my hand. Then I put it on his head with a smile on my face.

"It's on!" John and I scramble to the pot and starting pelting each other with meatballs.

It went completely out of control. My hair has meat and tomato sauce in it and His face is already creamed with sauce. The kitchen walls have spots and the floor as well.

That was when Jill comes in.

"Oh no. Not another meatball fight." She sighs flatly. "I thought you two gave that up years ago."

John whines, "See. You always suck the fun out of everything!" I shout, "Yeah! You're just like my friend Marty!"

She rolls her eyes mumbling, "Pigs." And then left the room. We both looked at each other and then laughed.

"I gotta take a shower. Spaghetti sauce is better when it's in my mouth rather than my hair!"

John sighed and says, "Yeah. So do I."

As we sat to eat dinner, mom asked, "Jan? John? Can you explain to us what happened in the kitchen?"

Me and John looked at each other and continued eating.

"Did you two have another meatball fight?" She asked again.

And then we both looked at each other again with a mouthful of spaghetti and slowly nodded.

John swallowed and said, "At least we did the fight! I won't be able to do it tomorrow."

I swallowed hard and asked concerned, "Tomorrow?" What's going on?

"I didn't tell ya?"

We all shook our heads no. He explained, "I have to go back tomorrow. They need me."

"I thought you were staying for three weeks." I whined getting a little sad. He explained, "They called and needed me Jan."

I understand. But he just got here. It was only five days he has been here, and now he's leaving me, again… I can't stop thinking about it. I feel like my heart sank when I heard this. Why does he always leave me?