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From:
Rachel Hunt
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Tuesday, January 5, 2016
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We were blessed with a truly amazing mother. One day, however, we decided that she no longer cared about us. This was probably in direct relation to not getting a second helping of ice cream or other unimportant trivial matter that was monumental to the ego and heart of two spoiled preteens. We could never agree on what the catalyst was that made us react, but we never forgot what we did. We wrote our mother a brief note explaining that we were running away because she no longer cared about us and she would probably be happier without us. At 6 a.m. we attached the note to the microwave, grabbed a few items from the pantry that we deemed critical to our survival in the wilderness, and set off for the forest (a small wooded area about a block from where we lived). By 8 a.m., after several long hours of sitting under a tree being bored to tears, we decided to have a snack. We dumped our stash on the ground from the only backpack we brought and quickly realized we made a huge mistake. We forgot to grab anything to drink and the only real food we brought came in the form of cans. We didn't bring a can opener either. We tried opening the cans by banging them on rocks and then using sticks to pry them open. We were only able to make small dents in the cans just large enough for the juices to run out but nothing more. One of the cans was tuna and I only managed to make myself smell like...well, fish. Needless to say, by 9 a.m. we gave up and walked back home. Our mom had worked late the night before, so when we got back she was still asleep. This made us even more upset and seemed to confirm our feeling that she did not care about us. We grabbed the note off of the microwave, opened the door to her room, wadded up the note and threw it on her bed. We stood in her doorway with arms crossed waiting for her to read the letter. After she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she flicked on the bed side lamp and grabbed her glasses. She might have said something and we might have gestured at the note but that part is unclear. What we both remembered after that was clear. She began to sob and she opened her arms to us. I looked at my brother and he looked at me and we ran to her both crying like the spoiled children we were. Neither one of us could forgive ourselves for behaving in such a horrible way that it made our mother cry. Some would say that this is not the type of memory to share, but I would disagree. I love this memory because it showcases how the two of us thought alike and how we always partnered against what we felt like were injustices thrown upon us no matter how misguided we were. This nostalgic moment also highlights a time where we learned from our mistakes. Much later, all parties involved were able to look back upon that time and retell it with a smile...sort of. Mom would just raise her left eyebrow to the point where you thought it would commit suicide and jump off of her forehead whenever we brought it up, but that pretty much amounted to the same as a smile.
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From:
Rachel Hunt
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Tuesday, January 5, 2016
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My brother and I were always the same age every year for 2 days. This year, he turned 35 on December 3rd and I turned 36 on December 5th. Because of this, we grew up sharing the same birthday parties, friends, and life experiences including getting into trouble and thus getting punished together. Our family and family friends referred to us as the 'little ones' because we were several years younger than our two older sisters and we were rarely apart from each other. That annoyed me as I got older especially when he would tell our friends or anyone really that we were twins (emotional now...ignoring the rules of grammar). I would give anything now to hear him say that and smile at me with pride in his eyes.
Another memory, and one I probably should not say because this might break some hearts, but my brother loved to steal my poems from me and give them to girls he was dating. I can clearly recall one specific time where a girl (mutual friend of ours) started reading me a letter he wrote to her that had a poem in it from him. She was shocked when I stopped her and finished the poem for her. I confronted him about it filled with righteous anger, and he just gave me that goofy sideways grin. All I could do was just laugh, and hide my poetry books better. Fortunately for him, the girl in question also thought it was pretty funny and 'cute' that he would go to such lengths to impress her.
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