by Nicholas Nikolov

Created on: January 14, 2009   Last Updated: December 17, 2011

The tranquil silence within the stone-walls of my home was broken by the intrusion of my overly surprised mother entering my room which I share with my older brother, Brad. As our mother left our room, my father just returned from his night-shift, he works as a security guard; my brother amazingly unfazed by the blabbering commotion going on, I on the other hand, quickly jumped out of my bed as I grabbed a pair of underwear and raced to the washroom to have a nice refreshing shower.

Then as I was quickly dressing myself and my brother still sound asleep, our father opened the door and announced to us "hey guys, your cousin Kathy is back in Toronto. So, we are going to pick her up from the airport." my father retorted. While, my parents started the roaring engine of our car and speedily drove off toward the airport, my brother continued to sleep soundly. I on the other hand: jumped off my bed, rushed to the bathroom to freshen-up; I showered, then brushed my teeth quite vigorously, then I cleaned my ears and after I shaved off my fuzzy beard. After all that, I then went back in my room to get dressed with much nicer clothes rather than my pajamas.

I walked to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for myself. Looking at the variety of cereals and cookies in the cupboard; seeing if I felt like eating them this morning, though I did not want sweet treats. Except my taste buds desired citrus sugary fruits to eat for breakfast on this hot summer morning; when I finished cutting the tropical fruits and placed them on my plate I grabbed my plate and went outside to eat on my patio.

As I was delightfully enjoy the scrumptious fruits in peace in patience when suddenly I was shockingly interrupted by the startling arrival of my cousin Kathy and her cute little daughter Amy. My father graciously greeted them and headed straight to his bedroom to change his uniform to more casual clothes; I generously grabbed my cousins' luggage and carried it into the living-room and placed it by the couch; I offered to carry Amy's baggage but she left it in my parents' bedroom. My dad was freshening up in the bathroom at this time. Both my mother and my cousin were preparing a plate filled with freshly scrumptious sliced tomatoes that are grown from my garden; lined them up in three columns and sprinkled salt and poured olive oil over them. From time to time, Kathy would stop cutting and asking my mother to use the phone in hopes of contacting my aunt, her brother Darren, some relatives

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