Whoever said that blood is thicker than water never had my cousin as part of his family. She is the devil’s incarnate. She taught me, no, she reinforced my belief in the saying that there is a thin line between love and hate.
I was home for one of my holidays away from school and I met her at home. She said she came to spend some of her holidays with us, she was a secondary school student then. We all loved her and since I am the last born, I took her as my younger sister. Her name is Yasmin, but for this post, I am going to refer to her henceforth as THE SHREW.
Normally, at home, we are careless with things like money, jewelry and the likes and we have never had a cause to worry, after all, nobody steals (or so I thought). At first, when I got home, mum or my brother would complain of misplacing one thing or the other, usually money, but we will joke about it and say something about the person’s age causing amnesia.
Then, this day, I wanted to go to the bank to withdraw some money and I could not find my A.T.M card which I am 100 percent sure I kept under my pillow. I looked under my pillow like a million times before deciding to search other places. You know how stubborn and pig-headed you can be when you are sure of something; you are ready to blow the person who asks “are you sure?”.
By the time I have finished searching my room and progressed to the parlor, the level at which am sure had reached 20 percent. I have started doubting myself seriously so much that I started developing headache. Then THE SHREW skipped in from wherever the hell she went. She stopped when she saw me tearing pillows from chairs like I was high on fake Panadol.
“hey, Mariam (the little idiot could not even call me aunty, even if I said she should not she could have insisted) what is happening?”
“I am looking for my A.T.M CARD” I managed to say with head shoved between the back of a chair and the wall.
“A.T.M card?” she repeated. I did not even bother to answer.
“have you checked your room?” another foolish question. I did not answer.
“you know you might have overlooked somewhere in your room, let me help you check.”
“ok” I replied.
Few minutes later she was out with the card. I was shocked.
“ where did you find it?” I asked in suspicion. Yes I still loved her at that time but my own kind of love is not blind.
“ under your bed” I laughed the kind of laughter you laugh when you think someone is being
stupid and dangerously close to getting slapped.
“ yes”. She said with a tiny innocent frown. Even though I was 1000 percent sure that it was not
under the bed, I shrugged and thanked her then left to withdraw the money.
Hey, I will have to conclude this story in my next post.
Normally, at home, we are careless with things like money, jewelry and the likes and we have never had a cause to worry, after all, nobody steals (or so I thought). At first, when I got home, mum or my brother would complain of misplacing one thing or the other, usually money, but we will joke about it and say something about the person’s age causing amnesia.
Then, this day, I wanted to go to the bank to withdraw some money and I could not find my A.T.M card which I am 100 percent sure I kept under my pillow. I looked under my pillow like a million times before deciding to search other places. You know how stubborn and pig-headed you can be when you are sure of something; you are ready to blow the person who asks “are you sure?”.
By the time I have finished searching my room and progressed to the parlor, the level at which am sure had reached 20 percent. I have started doubting myself seriously so much that I started developing headache. Then THE SHREW skipped in from wherever the hell she went. She stopped when she saw me tearing pillows from chairs like I was high on fake Panadol.
“hey, Mariam (the little idiot could not even call me aunty, even if I said she should not she could have insisted) what is happening?”
“I am looking for my A.T.M CARD” I managed to say with head shoved between the back of a chair and the wall.
“A.T.M card?” she repeated. I did not even bother to answer.
“have you checked your room?” another foolish question. I did not answer.
“you know you might have overlooked somewhere in your room, let me help you check.”
“ok” I replied.
Few minutes later she was out with the card. I was shocked.
“ where did you find it?” I asked in suspicion. Yes I still loved her at that time but my own kind of love is not blind.
“ under your bed” I laughed the kind of laughter you laugh when you think someone is being
stupid and dangerously close to getting slapped.
“ yes”. She said with a tiny innocent frown. Even though I was 1000 percent sure that it was not
under the bed, I shrugged and thanked her then left to withdraw the money.
Hey, I will have to conclude this story in my next post.
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