Stella what the heck is going on down there? I can smell smoke coming from the basement.
Mother it's nothing I'm doing an experiment. I threw my cigar away, and sprayed cologne on me.
I just turned 18 today, April 3rd. Born on a thursday. Everybody said A person born on the day during holy week would be the tamest and nicest, but I was neither. I spit gum on my elementary classmates hair and learned to smoke at the age of 13.
My mother is Harriet Elva Mert after meeting my Daddy Sir Henry Philip Mert, on June 20 1945. The day when US troops reached the Island of Okinawa. My Daddy lived in London during his teenage life, and my Mom was an actress from Georgia and went to broadway in New York. They met one night at the Queen's ball. My Mother was a delegate from her production company, he was serving the guests sandwiches and tea, when my Mother asked her Future husband for whiskey instead of Tea. She never knew he was a royal cook in the Queen's kitchen but she had the nerves to ask him if he has something more stronger than an english tea and their delicate tea sandwiches. My Father was instantly smitten by her wits and slightly arrogant demeanor. He gave her a drink from his own flask hiding in his coat pocket, and whispered in her ear, " The day is quite long for a quick sly broad like you, why don't we take a walk outside and know each other more"?, offcourse she slapped him, but then she went to the door and straight to the garden, followed by my red haired father, he was gushing from their instant attraction.
My Father lived a whole and full life with my Mother before they finally settled in America. She found out she was having twins, we were born on April 3, 1969, we were born 2 minutes apart, my parents loved her more. She has blue eyes, mine was brown. She has golden locks, mine was Dark. She has pinkish complexion mine was pale. We are twins but I hated her and wishes she was never born.
Cecilia take my bag, I'm going to my friends house after school, don't tell Mom okay. Okay Stel, but what will I tell Dad?, tell him I had a thing for homework, I'll be home by Six. If you tell them I will take all your dolls and burn them. Cecilia just nodded and rode the school bus home.
Cecilia pour me some milk and cereals, get the stars and not the flakes crap that Mom has in her pantry. Uhm, we're out of cereals Stel, she whimpered. What will I eat now?, I have to be at school, just pour me some milk. Here Stel, her little hands shaking. Oops, sorry Stel, I don't mean to. What the hell Cecilia this is my new shirt?, Sorry, you can use one of my dresses, she offered. Oh my God not your ugly old dress, I would rather use a rag. She just looked down and wiped the floor. I'll tell Mom once she gets home from the grocery that you ruined my favorite shirt.
Cecilia did you take my new lipstick?, I swear if you took it. No Stel, I didn't. I don't even like the smell of lipstick. So you do know what a lipstick is. Maybe it's under your bed Stel, she assumed. One night I was reading and my book fell, and that's where I found my lipstick under the bedside table. Cecilia was right, but I would still blame her. Mom she took, my lipstick and broke the tip, I showed it to everyone, and she was instantly grounded, I was so satisfied that I found that hurting her was my way of getting attention from my parents.
I was with my Sister when Mark and I met, she said she likes him, so I planned to ask him to the homecoming dance. But then he asked her instead. All that's supposed to be mine became hers. But not this time. On our graduation day, in high school, I plotted to embarass her in front of the whole class. I tore her sleeves and she cried at the sight of her ruined dress.
Mom, you look good. Oh my Angel, you've gotten bigger since I last saw you. Mother, you look so, so like you will walk on a red carpet. Where's my gift?, here My big red bag containing your Vase you asked for.
She giggled and we walked together to the parking lot where her red car is waiting.