My baby sister sat at the table with a piece of my brother’s
chocolate croissant in front of her. Her
voice echoed throughout Starbucks as she proclaimed in a feigned British
accent: “Even if we do buy doughnuts afterwards, I wouldn't be able to eat them”. I shifted my gaze towards the scrumptious
piece that lay in the plate in front of her: my hand lazily pointed towards it.
“So … I can have that?” Startled, she cried out with a loud “No!” and instantly
let out a stream of laughter. I rolled my eyes at her teasingly and continued
to sip at the chocolate-chip ice blended drink that rested between my chilled
fingers.
Around us the place was nearly deserted except for a single
table a few feet away where my other younger sister sat with her three friends.
Despite the place being nearly abandoned, our table alone was probably enough
to give the opposite impression. My older sister sat across from me sipping her
coffee and making sarcastic remarks, while my brother attempted to imitate King
Candy from Reck-it-Ralph at every opportune moment making us all crack up at. And
yet, my baby sister was the one who stole the spotlight - from commenting on
the ingredients that went into the cake she’d just devoured to friendly
bickering with the three of us on how we should act more like ladies (excluding
my brother of course) and yet acting like a complete barbarian herself. (Her
words, not mine). I sat with a bemused look on my face – allowing myself
to have a chuckle or two at how bloody hilarious we were and shifting from
adopting a scowl to doubling over in laughter over something someone had said.
This picture of today’s outing I have just painted is an
unusual one especially with parents like ours (the overly protective kind) who
have a habit of calling us up every five minutes to insure we’re still alive
and haven’t tripped over our feet and fallen into a ditch – but it’s not as
rare as you may think. (Or as rare as I may make it out to be) Although, what initially
was supposed to be a visit to Krispy Kreme’s with a group of my younger sister’s
friends, it turned out that fate had other plans. Prayer time being right
around the corner, the employees at Krispy Kreme’s “kicked” us out the moment
we walked in at 3:30 on the basis of it nearly being Salah (prayer) time and so they
simply could not have customers. This resulted in the eight of us walking
across the street (our drivers having all gone home) towards Starbucks and
Krispy Kreme’s losing a couple of potential customers. (Well, not really. We
did go back to buy from them anyway)
We ended up staying in Starbucks till almost five in the
evening after which we walked back to Krispy Kreme’s and bought a box full of
doughnuts for my parents. Later at home, we related the events to our mother
who by now should be used to our random escapades – but was surprised
nonetheless. I’m just glad we got back in one piece. (Mentally, that is) xP
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