WATERMELON

            The sweet juice of victory drips down my face after gripping a piece of watermelon, on the hot summer day.  Yummylicious, it was.  With Aunt Eve cradling little baby Patrick, and the spring is calm with its waves being all Perfect.

            Perfect was a term that should never be used to describe our family.  Hawaii is Perfect, red roses are Perfect, watermelon is Perfect, everything but us.  We are an inhabited fungi growing in ugly ways.  As each time we grow emotionally, the fungi of our family continues to grow physically.  With awkward relationships, we gain even more awkward parts.

            Sisters are the only thing that will make you so crazy people will think you belong at a psychiatric hospital.  For my sister, she’ll be told to do one thing, just one little chore, while I go off and do my chores.  Later I’ll come back, and she still hasn’t done anything.  Nothing.  She always is worrying about her hair, or nails, or if she looks fat or not.  Geesh!  I try to cover up my sister’s imperfection, but the fungus grows anyway.  Besides this, she won’t shut up talking about her boyfriend.  We are not a Perfect family.

            My parents are always snapping at each other; and if it’s not amongst them, they snap at my sister and me.  It’s not like any abuse; however, it’s constant.  I must admit that they do a darn good job trying to cover up this imperfection.  Sometimes, when one takes a bite at things in a wrong way, like taking a bite into a watermelon, that taste could be bitter.  If one takes a good approach to things, then that bite might not become so bitter, possibly a sweet taste, making one want more.  My family has its problems as I’m sure everyone else does; however, in taking this sweet bite, we move forward in our lives, trying to stay away from any bitterness.

            We are a good family sharing in many times, love as sweet as watermelon, and in many more times, love that is much sweeter amongst ourselves.  We have our few imperfections, but come on, what family doesn’t?  We put whatever it is beside us, and move forward in our lives, gripping even sweeter sensations.  By taking these sweet bites into our lives, we are winning, proclaiming victory.