At home, each member consider himself the most scarifies. From sisters’ side, they can tell you how much they are suffering from cleaning the house.
Battle inside kitchen
Washing dishes is a job for girls. Only girls! From opining the tap to finishing the last dish, do not try to talk to any female or World War III will break out in the kitchen. Who will be her turn in the occasions and feasts will consider herself the worst luck in the planet that her sisters, and sure brothers, will enjoy their day whereas she will stay the most of her day washing tons of cups, dishes, spoons and pans! She will whoop loudly at her naughty brother when see him bring piles of pots which dumped throughout his room days ago. Fighting with the dishes, she keeps roaring “am I a servant in that house?”; “I want to quit from this life.” After finishing and throwing the gloves away, and few steps outside the kitchen; seeing her nephew walking like a penguin with a mouth covered with chocolate, she would say cheerily in a warmhearted voice “oh my chippy; I love you.”
On the opposite side, brothers would consider themselves the most important part in any house. Anything from outside home will be immediately a task males should do. From bringing goods from the grocery store in any time it needed, day or night, and not ending with throwing the garbage. As they have the most important responsibilities, from males’ side at least, they believe that families cannot live without at least one son.
Not with your sister
For being punished from his father for coming late last night, the eldest son, unusually, watches the soccer game tonight at home. His sister, out of curiosity, wants to watch too. As it is her first match, the questions pours down on her brother starting with the meaning of the offside, and not ending with the names of teams and players! Since it is totally new experience for her, she never stops expressing her admiration of how large is the stadium, and how many people are there! In a match between Liverpool and Roma, she asks with absolute naiveté “where is this named Messi?” Without believing, he looks at her like a teacher staring wordlessly from his thick glasses a little slithered on his nose at a stupid student answering a stupid answer.
Instead of jumping like a corn in the pan with his friends, today, with a game ended in an unsatisfactory draw, he is stuck at the bottom! The charge is ready. It is his sister jinx! Seeing a sarcastic smile on her face, and for his impatience, he finally shouts at her “get out from here.” “This is the last time I watch a game at home.”
Between sisters, story details of another kind happen. In any party, the clothes exchanges start a month before the occasion, if not more! Dresses, shoes, make up, and accessories move from one to another that each one wants to show off and to be the queen on princesses in front of her relatives and friends. After finishing the wedding party, the blame and shout among sisters start due to a broken high heel, or a lost bracelet. Each one swears not to lend anything. The next party, the same happens again and again!
After all, they live under the same roof and eat from the same dish.
In our home, arguing, and shouts do not stop. Loving and heartiness inexhaustible. At the end of the day, any day, everyone shares talks, jokes, and smiles. No place for hate. Loveliness like the rosebushes wrapped around our home spreading its aroma among us. By our childhood innocence, we breathe, live, and relive.