Tea Party

I wish my mom never had another kid. I was fifteen when my sister Maddie was born; don’t most parents stop once their kids are that old? I have nothing against siblings either! It’s just that Maddie is pure evil. I don’t mean that in a mean way either! I actually love my little sister a lot, but she has literal magic powers that I can only describe as evil. We first noticed them when she was around four years old. Anything she said or wanted could become reality. The only saving grace seemed to be the power didn’t work when she was having a temper tantrum.

That being said, even coming from a good place could quickly become a nightmare. I was off at college when she was six, but she wanted me to attend a tea party. And then she wanted me to wear a pretty pink dress. And then she wanted me to be a princess for a far off land. Sure enough, that’s exactly who I became.

I played along (it was usually easier to play along). At the end I asked, “Can I go back to being your brother now?”

Maddie thought about it for a long time, and finally said, “No.”

And now I’ve been attending her daily tea parties in between the task of running a small, distant country as a princess.