How to Stop Your Little Sister from Being a Brat
When it’s almost dinnertime, come upstairs from the basement, which is also your bedroom. You co-opted it when you were sixteen, tired of sharing a room with your brothers. You didn’t ask permission but your mother didn’t argue. No one ever argues with you. You’re the man of the house.
Your mother is still making dinner, so go to the living room, where four of your five siblings are watching TV.
Lie on the floor on your side, elbow bent, hand cupping your head.
Your youngest sister, 9 years younger than you, comes down the steps and goes into the dining room. The keyboard cover thuds open as she sits down at the piano.
Everyone groans as she begins to hammer on the keys. The others yell to your mother, but you know she will never take their side. Practicing the piano will always take precedence over the TV.
You lean forward and turn the volume on the TV all the way down. Sitting up, you put your finger to your lips and your brothers and sisters stop yelling. Their curiosity is evident.
You call out to your sister.
"Denise?"
"WHAT!?!"
"Why don't you come in and watch TV with us? We'd love to have you!"
You hear her laugh. You hear the thud of the keyboard cover as she shuts it. You turn the volume back up.
The author’s brother, Kevin
-Denise McDonald still has the upright piano that she learned to play as a child. It sounds a little funky, but that might be her. She lives near the beach in NJ with her husband. She is not on Facebook but she is on Instagram. One of these days, she's going to get herself a website.
