Hey Bro,
What a day. I never thought it’d end. Up at dawn for the race, then the dinner. Wow, could you believe pops? He was sure acting up again. I wish he wouldn’t drink so much especially when he has the long drive home and won’t let mums drive part way. I worry about him especially now that’s he’s older and getting cramps in his legs. I heard mums say he sometimes has to pull over to the side of the road and rest, the cramps hit him that bad. I hope that he doesn’t get a cramp when he’s driving across the bridge. So far he’s been ok, but there might come a time, who knows.
Mums was beautiful, yes? She was looking good and the babes, aren’t they just growing? I can remember when the twins were just babes in swaddling clothes, now they’re up and running around, getting in everybody’s way but sister and hubby are so good with the twins. I can see their family really had a good time.
Mums has really blossomed since the twins came. I’ve never seen her so happy. She really can spoil the twins can’t she. She is so patient with them, so understandinig, I wonder where she got such patience. I remember how she used to yell and scream at you and me, boy we were a handful weren’t we. You had that terrible time with the bee sting, thought you were going to die. Father got you help right quick that day, carried you to the doctor and cared for you so well. You were so scared you wouldn’t talk to anyone, just cried and screamed then all of sudden got real quiet. You sure were weird that day. I remember the doc wanted to put in the hospital just for observation but father insisted you’d be better off with him and mums. You looked so scared, the doc looked at you and I could tell he felt sorry for you. He insisted when we got back home that you have a thorough physical to make sure you were a-ok.
Remember how you screamed and carried on when they took you to that doctor? I thought they were going to die from embarrassement. I just have to laugh. Nothing they did could shut you up. The poor doctor, she tried everything to make you smile, to stop you from crying. When she had to give you that injection in your butt I knew that was it, no way were you going to hold still. It took mums, Father and the nurse plus the receptionist to hold you down before the doc could give you that shot. Boy you yelled your head off.
I remember the doc made you walk out with her and hold her hand. I saw that you were mad, maybe I was the only one who knew how mad you were. I think the parents were glad you were ok and didn’t have to go back for another visit.
Remember how father got drunk that night? I found him sitting alone in the living room just staring at nothing. I asked him what was wrong but he was so drunk he did’t even know I was there. I finally left him alone, that’s always was the best thing to do.
Wasn’t that race just the pits. Imagine, a girl won. After all the training you did, bested by a girl. Too bad, but next year I bet you’ll show the broad up.
Young Bro