'Til Death
It’s hard to look at my childhood and find one fond memory of my sister, Kendra. She was always loud, controlling, and overbearing. It didn’t stop at childhood either, it continued long into adulthood. Even for my own wedding, she had to have her say. Granted, that marriage didn’t last long. And, look at her, even in the here after she has something to say.
“And lastly, to my sister, Abigail,” Kendra said from a video recording. “I wish for you to care for my child, Adrian.”
“Is she serious?” I mumbled.
“Dead serious, Abby.” Great she even anticipated my response. “I only trust him with you. Besides, he may even help you find a man.”
“I can do that on my own,” retorting to the recorded Kendra.
“Of course, it’s going swimmingly. Not.” She managed to even plan that one. “Adrian, please mind your aunt Abby. I know you two will get along swell.”
My nephew and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
“I mean it,” she continued. “Thank you everyone. I love you all.”
Adrian and I looked at each other again.
“Well Auntie Abby,” he said, littered with teenage sarcasm. “What’s for dinner?” He seemed angry, than sad at the whole ordeal.
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