Sister Soldier

I was in the dining room with my dad, talking politics, arguing over a cold brew. My mom was watching t.v. in the living room, laughing at some insightful interview, and my dad and I kept going at it. He'd say I was crazy. I'd say he didn't know what he was talking about.

My cat was sitting on the printer because he weighs eighteen tons and could eat your dog for a noon snack.

Then my sister came running down the stairs with her hair up, earrings on, a little eye liner crisped in, her purse at her elbow and saying "Okay, I'll be right out," to the phone.

She said bye to me, bye to my dad, bye to my mom and my mom gave her a blessing, and as she was walking out my dad asked where she was going. She said where. Then he asked her what time she'd be back.

She said "Gkssaahahssahah, Matios doesn't have a curfew," and smiled and said "Bye Papi," and walked out. And I looked at my dad and he looked at me and we looked at my mom.

And then he said, "Helen, you have to know where your daughter's going, eh?"

And she said "Why? Even if I know where she is if something happens there's nothing I can do."

And I laughed. And he said "Matios, don't laugh. That's not funny."

And my mom said "Bah, shut up the both of you, I'm trying to watch my show."

Dayum. She goes to USC. She's studying brain science 'n shiznit. And she's involved in a Love triangle with a certain someone. Sike. But I if it happens, I called it.