"Happy Birthday bubba, What your 15 now?" I ask my adopted brother who is some odd number of years younger than me I still call him bubba. He has been in my life since he was - I think- 3 months old, his birth parents have had a tendency to do drugs and not pay attention to their baby boy, he would scream and scream until the neighbors called the cops and the popo came and took him and set him up for adoption and we ended up with Asher Cole Dallas Smith.
"No, I'm 13 get it right, I'm two years younger than that!" He stated while trying to hold in his laugh that has always been the cutest thing about him - not that he isn't always cute because he is - he has always been the helpful little boy in all of his classes and is a straight A-student (like his sister) with dimpled cheeks when he smiles, he has the biggest heart ever you would have to witness it, he helps animals big and small, old and new, he likes to help people, he gets offered money he just says for them to keep it.
"Well sorry I was trying to make yo---" I was interrupted by my mom who walked in here like she owns the damn place. Which she doesn't well kinda, she is in her blue silk gown with lace on the bodice (she has had it since she was crowned prom queen both Junior and Senior year and my dad was crowned homecoming king as well as winning homecoming king 3 out of the 4 years) she also won homecoming queen all 4 years of high school.
"Oh, Callie can I talk to you for a second? and can you help me with getting the presents ready?" My mom asks while trying not to look at my brother's disappointed face which can be really sad when he stops talking to you for a day or more, luckily I have never pissed him off so much that he didn't talk to me. The only time I made him mad was when I forgot to get him ice cream from our favorite ice cream place and that made him not talk to me for an hour and that made me go crazy and that was only an hour no need to think about what it would be like if he ignored me for a day or a week.
"Yeah sure can I have a few more seconds here or should I go with you now?" I ask and get in return an urge motion thingy with her hands so I mutter "see ya later, bubba" to Asher. So I just decide to follow my mom through the house to the balcony outside. Then all of a sudden my mom turns to me.
"Callie, Your grandpa has just had a stroke and I and your dad have to go to Hawaii for his surgery that has to be done in a couple of weeks so we will be leaving on Tuesday. You will have to watch Asher for about a week or two, and before you say that you have stuff to do, yes you do and that is watching your brother" My mom looks so serious that I can't even look in her eyes so I just nod and mutter a "fine" and then go back into the house.
I mutter an "I love you bubba" and headed out the front door so I could leave and clear my head. My brother looked at me like I was going to leave the country by how I walked out of the house and left with just those 4 words.
I really hate this because when I want to spend time with my baby brother I can't, but when I want to hang out with friends, I'm forced to spend time with him. I'll just make this up to him by taking him to the fair, and maybe a whole day of brother-sister things to do, Spending hours just hanging out and telling each other secrets, oh doesn't that sound lovely?
two weeks to spend with my brother, and no distractions, this will be amazing, okay enough of talking about my baby brother, I am just going to get a few things ready for spending weeks with my brother, oh how much fun will we have? I can't wait to find out, this is going to be amazing... I love this idea.
Maybe we'll have a pillow fight and a sleepover and a movie marathon, but who knows we will see when the time comes, until then I need to grab stuff and get situated for these fun times with my baby brother oh what fun...
I really hope he isn't mad at me I will die if he doesn't want to talk to me. I've never had him super mad at me before. He has been upset with me before but he has never stopped talking to me for a long period of time, the longest was 2 days, and that was excruciating and horrible.
Oh, well I will have to ask him that later but for now let's get this stuff done but before I do that I'm going to take a shower, a nice hot shower, Yes, please. I love my bathroom, the best one ever, never gonna want to move but I will when I graduate, but like, why?
Hopefully, nothing changes too much I just hope that Asher isn't gonna hate me too much, that would totally rip my heart out, even more than being cheated on, and that hurt so much. Jesus this is just weird. Welp, I'm gonna get in the shower now.