Making Sense of My Family

If you walk into a room filled with family members and there is complete silence, you know something’s wrong.

I just know it. Something’s up. I don’t know what but something’s up.

It's everything that’s happening here. People are acting weird, out of context. Mom's all kind and mushy, dad's... well I guess my dad's always weird. My siblings have been... trying to spend quality time with me. Apart from that, they seem to shut themselves up whenever I happen to walk into the room. Its times like these that I wish I was a telepath or something.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid; people know it won’t be the first time. Maybe it's just tortillios I've been having too much off. They say MSG can make you crazy.

I've been observing myself too. I’ve been wondering how my brothers been doing too much lately. Before, I would have been surprised to even think about him and it's usually out of need and desperation. If you had the kind of relationship that I have with my brother you'd be surprised yourself. But all of this could be that my brothers staying at his dormitory far too often... me, miss him... eywww.

There was also this morning, I had my eyes shut, and I hear voices in the background. Your groggy, you still don’t think strait, you think it's a dream, then it bites your butt, your not. I woke up with 3 people in my room. They were dumping an old cabinet in my room. Having company without your knowledge is tolerable, having people watch you while you sleep is creepy, but dumping old furniture in my already cramped up bedroom? I felt the need to scream. Unfortunately the first actual word to come out of my mouth was the word 'huh'. It prompted laughs. By the time I want to react to what they were doing, it wouldn’t have the impact it should. Plus I needed more sleep.

More on that, my parental units put bags that I would be using a month from now for our trip. They were bulky, extremely, they were on my bed, occupying more than half it's size, I asked my self, "Where am I going to sleep?”

After the usual Sunday mass, I went to my mom’s room to fix my pants after I had eaten dinner. She’s the only person in this house who has a sewing kit. I love those pair that I was repairing, I deconstructed them myself. Unfortunately, deconstruction usually makes it very sensitive to accident. I repaired them as much as I can. I only know a few stitches and techniques, hopefully they were enough though.

I finished up, trimmed excess threads, admiring my work, although I admit, imperfect, but the fact remains, I made that ugly thing. I made my way downstairs to change my clothes. I had to pass the dinning table to get upstairs to my room. My siblings were there together with their husbands eating dinner. As soon as I enter I noticed at a glance, they were looking down, silent. Like they were hiding something. I immediately proceeded to my room to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

In my room I felt confused, really, what could trigger that kind of action? I didn’t do anything, or at least that’s what I thought...

I changed clothes than lay down for a while. What could they be possibly thinking at that instant? I closed my eyes and fell asleep surrounded by a bag, a box and an old closet.