It was a K-Mart in Southern Scottsdale. The aisles were flooded with last second shoppers trying to fill their carts with enough crap to keep their young ones content. My parents left me in the care of my brother, Reza who is eleven years elder. I was only two at the time. He would take my stroller and weave me through aisles like he was in Nascar. He saw my parents from across the store and made a full sprint while pushing my stroller to them. Once there, he stopped on a whim. There was one problem, I wasn't fascened in. As soon as he stopped I went flying foward and just landed on my face. He still tells me this story and has to take fifteen second breaks to catch his breath from his excessive laughing. I never laugh when I hear it.
Unfortanetly this wasn't the last incident involving my brother with a sibling. My sister is the middle child, seven years younger than my brother. When she was an infant my brother felt a little bit of jealously. Well at least enough jealously to pile several pillows on top of her and do body slams repeatedly. He still tells her this story and has to take fifteen second breaks to catch his breath from his excessive laughing. She never laughs when she hears it.
When my parents came to America from Iran, they weren't as aware of child saftey as they should've of been. My brother was an infant, when they decided to make a road trip to Las Vegas. When they first arrived their at midnight they decided to hit the nickle slots in a Casino outside the strip. One problem, Reza was a baby and there was no way they can be gambling and watching him, so they had to make a choice. At this point commen sense would come knocking at the door and one would stay with the child and one would go inside to gamble. Unfortantely they left commen sense in Iran, I think they traded it for a sandwhich of some sort. So because my infant brother was already asleep in the car, they just decided to wrap a blanket around him and leave him their so they could go spend countless hours at the slot machine. Seven hours later my parents come back, my brother is still asleep, and they move on to their next Casino. My dad still tells him this story and has to take fifteen second breaks to catch his breath from his excessive laughing. He never laughs when he hears it.
My family is fucked up.
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Ali,
ReplyDeleteI loved this post. Your family sounds really entertaining.
I liked the way you used repetition to end each of the mini scenes in your story. I especially liked how the first few encounters were about how your brother mistreated you and your sister and how it all really began with him being left by your parents. It really tied up the story nice.
You have a great way of telling stories and you definitely brought humor into this piece in kind of a cynical way. In regards to your last post about wanting to capture the writing style of that in pineapple express, I still havent seen the movie, but this piece definitely reminded me of a comical film.
Great job again and keep up the good work.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your posts!
--Arthi
Ali,
ReplyDeleteVery entertaining post- going to have to go ahead and say that I would love to skip any trip with your family, anywhere, ever… even to the grocery store.
Sounds like typical sibling adventures, and not so typical parenting adventures… it was great how you ended each paragraph with the fifteen second excessive laugh line… it helped tie everything together. At the end of the first paragraph, I was a little confused where else you were going to go on with the story, but after reading the second paragraph, and you ended it with the fifteen second thing, it helped.
Looking forward to more!
Mimi