Just a Part of Life
My parents always told me that I am smart. I guess things are easy to learn. I started to talk when I was one and a half and since then I have learned so much. I guess you could say that I am really mature for my age which by the way, is six and three quarters. I turn seven in three months. My mom told me I can have anything I want, but I’m not sure what I’m gonna ask for. They have been buying me a lot of stuff since my grandpa died a few weeks ago.
It made me sad when he died but it’s okay, I know he’s in heaven with Jesus and all my other relatives and other good people. My parents told me that dying is totally normal, it’s a part of life. I understand this and so did my parents so we didn’t really have a problem. I know that people die at certain times like when they are ready for it. Well now me and my mom and dad and older brother and sister are at Disneyland. I’m not sure why we came here but I’m happy we did. We’re staying at the Disneyland Hotel. It’s really nice, we get two beds and there’s a arcade and everything. We’re on the eighth floor, way high up and we can see the pool, and it’s awesome.
My sister and I are the same age because we’re twins. That’s right the same birthday and everything, June 6th. We spend a lot of time together but she isn’t as smart as me though. She cried a lot more when grandpa died, I tried to tell her that he’s with Jesus now but she has a hard time listening. I guess she doesn’t know that dying is a part of life.
My brother is almost eighteen years old now, he doesn’t really like my parents. They always argue all the time, I’m not sure about what, but they sure do argue and fight. My brother and my dad wrestle all the time and Peter gets a black eye and a bloody nose. I don’t see him for a while after they wrestle. My brother says it’s hard for him to live with my parents. I’m not sure why. I guess he doesn’t’ like being around my dad. When I asked my parents why they fight and scream at Peter, they just say that it’s a part of life. I guess it’s just like how dying is a part of life.
I remember another time when back home when my dad and brother were yelling at each other. My dad said, “What the HE double hockey sticks is wrong with you?” He actually said the real word but I’m not supposed to say bad words or else I’ll get my mouth washed out with soap. Then my brother said, “What the “f” is your problem, I can what I want now. I’m an adult, remember?” After my brother used a naughty word my dad and him wrestled and Michael got another black eye. He was always getting them. I’m a smart kid and I knew that this was just another part of life.
My brother wears all black all the time and has tattoos and paints his face white and black when he leaves the house. I guess he thinks it’s Halloween all the time, what a silly kid. Anyway, Disneyland is so much fun. I got to see Mickey and Donald and everyone but my brother and my dad I guess didn’t like it and they got into another argument. When we got back to the hotel I wanted to watch TV with my sister. My mom was using the bathroom and my brother and dad went outside on the balcony to talk. I heard them both yelling at each other. They have been doing this all day. “God I hate you so much, I can’t stand living with you around” was shouted from the outside. It definitely was my brother who said that. I knew this because my dad and brother always got in fights and I’m a smart kid too. The yelling stopped and my dad walked back in the room. He looked angry, even more angry than he was when his favorite football team lost in the Super Bowl.
My dad called for my mom and they both left the room. They said they were hungry, but I don’t know why, we just ate a bunch of food in the restaurant downstairs. Sometimes parents can be so weird. Well that just left my brother and my sister and me at the hotel. I decided to talk to my brother who was still outside. We talked for a while and then I came back in. “What was that screaming noise” my sister asked in a concerned voice. What a silly girl, I told her it’s just another part of life.
