Christmas Eve 2005: Louder and Angrier…
“Yeah, mom, now you wanna open the door, you didn’t care to help us before! Just go sit down!!!”
My father, responding to his mother after she attempted to hold the door for him.
“You want to kill us, Mom! You must just want to kill us!”
My father, responding to his mother as she walked through the living room (not really sure what stimulated the anger on this one).
“Michelle, that sweater makes your tits look bigger.”
My sister, complimenting me in front of my grandmother and my uncle.
“Who the hell is that woman?”
My mother, questioning the identity of the strange woman sitting at our dining room table.
“I don’t know; who the hell is that little girl?”
Me, responding to my mother’s inquiry as to the identity of the strange woman sitting at our dining room table.