When a familiar place becomes unfamiliar
A familiar place… A familiar place is a whispering thought. I once had a familiar place. A place I called a second home. I had family in that place, some that just grew on me. From the baby’s to the adults, yeah that was my family in that place. At least I thought we so loved and cared for one another until this object changed the mind of a member. I call this place 620. 620 was a place where you could escape. The people inside and around grew to you there was no way you didn’t like someone. The surrounding neighbors in the neighborhood were the same way. You just knew who you could have a conversation with and who to leave alone. This place was so friendly everyone knew of you before you knew them.
But!
Inside there was a routine, from morning to night. “Get up yall it time for school!” I yell through the house. It is time for my little sisters to get up and get ready for school. They whimper and wine with the squinting of the eye, as they try to fight the sun from getting in. Once dressed it’s time eat breakfast and hair check. By then 7:40 arrives and it out the door they go. Mean while Little Poppa and I watch some TV on the couch until it time for our nap. We sleep until it time for the girls to come home, then, its homework, dinner, chore, and finally sleepy time for everyone.
That didn't last too long. It was a Friday night we were waiting for P to come back so we could go to Wal-Mart. She finally came home but there was something lingering behind her. The object came through the door. It didn’t speak it just followed P into her room. We just knew we were not going to Wal-Mart. This object did not have any permission to enter 620 but yet it felt like it had built the place. Ran through and came as it pleased, like it was family but no one knew. This object came from nowhere but yet demanded the members of 620 for respect and that one member made sure it got what it wanted. P was the name of this trader. As for the other member we were ready to boot them off the island like a episode of survivor. Before this thing had granted us with its appearance, 620 was such a pleasant place. We played together; we went out together there was no weird vibes when you walked in or out. We were a team, and P is the leader. Yup she led 620 down and down to rock bottom. She fell so deeply in love with this thing that she forgot about us. P created this separation between all of us. We were broken and my siblings suffer the most. She has banished everyone because nobody liked this thing. This thing had baggage that we just could not accept. In return banishing and separated from everybody. Little did she know, you can’t break up sisters, with the power of sister talk, I’m only a phone call away.