Monday, September-06-10
They were all coming. The whole generation of the Bouzas coming to join a fine dinner in Easter Night. Celebrating Easter is imperative to my family and to my whole country. People buy these delicious chocolate eggs that give an anonymous gift inside every egg, which gives us rainbows in every present. We party all night and have our tummies full after a long night of BBQ and traditional fish. In my opinion, Brazil is Easters main city, but this Easter, was like hell to me. Everyone came to party, my grandparents from my mother’s side, the grandparents from my dad’s side, and my uncles from my dad’s side, my cousins. Everyone came, but some people were missing. Everyone was here but my mom’s brother. We waited and waited, but they never came.
My cousin Victoria walked slowly to my room, with an upside down smile stuck on her face. She lay flat on the bed, crying, because her father had missed Easter. I sat their beside her, trying to calm her down with slight strokes in her hair, when a scream came from the hallway. That’s when it all started. It was my uncle on the phone, I was happy he was alright, but there was a twist. My mom was mad because he didn’t come because of her wife at the hospital, of course she understands why he can’t come, but the problem was that they didn’t even make a call, or even tell their daughter what was going on.
My mom was infuriated, her disposition changed to calm to extremely mad, she was mad at my brother for not doing anything, and her mom was mad at her from getting mad with her brother. That night we were all quiet, nobody talked, only us kids who were playing GTA 4, talked among each other. From that night, my mom never talked to her brother, and I almost never see my uncle so often. We used to always play together. Me and my cousin. But now it’s over.
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