Thursday, July 23, 2020

Borrowing Writing

“Give me a packet of chips...NOW!” she yelled violently from my bedroom, 
“Get your own” Mum responded with her usual ‘It’s a free country’ voice.  Immediately after, Mum’s words were finished off with an almighty cry. 
“WAAAAAAAAAAA!”  Then instantly Mum grabbed a bag of funny shaped chips and handed them to her in hopes that she would stop wailing, it worked, but she still had a lot of complaints.  
“Why are they shaped like this?  Why are they this brand? Why are they in our house?” and she finished off her query by saying 
“It’s so ugly.” Then I shot back,

“That’s what the doctor said when you were delivered.”  Mum giggled a little and my sister burst into tears again in hopes that Mum would take notice and give me a telling off but instead,