There was an event for Rachel Stricoff in the living room at 125 Farwood. My mom was throwing it. My mom had gotten potted plants as party favors. I set two of them aside, a multicolored rose pot, and a multicolored wildflower pot. When the party was over, there were no pots left. Just purple lilies in the middle of the room. I was about to grab them when I realized they were on a mound of dirt in the middle of the room, it was my Nonno's grave, and the purple lilies were for him. I was upset I didn't get any flowers.
Mama was in the kitchen making heart shaped cakes for valentines day. She was taking the batter and pouring it into a heart shaped mold on the frying pan, like pancakes, but then they'd rise like cakes. She asked if I could frost them for her. I agreed and looked in the pantry closet for anything pink, red, and white. All we had were Halloween sprinkles.
The doorbell rings and Mama answers it. Chris, Monty and Eric were at the door for Evan. I began to get even more pissed off. "Why didn't you call me?", "Oh, we just figured because you had work at 6:30am at Whole Foods you wouldn't want to hang out, so we called Evan, we're going to the beach."
Well I wanted to go to the beach, true, if they went to the beach I wouldn't make it to work in the morning, but I was mad they didn't call me or try to work with my schedule. Mama started getting mad because I had told her I'd help her with the many valentines cakes she was making.
Chris, Monty and I were sitting in the advanced photo studio, me sitting next to Chris. His hair was shorter, buzzed. "You're haircut looks really bad. And I'm not just saying that because I'm mad at you. It honestly looks bad" I told him, my arms crossed.
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