Day before

It was like any other night in our treehouse, it was cold and dark, when Alyssa looked out the window she said she saw a coyote. I’m not to sure though, ever since mom started telling stories Alyssa will see anything at anytime to please her imagination beside she has seen this coyote for three nights straight. I got up and moved to the floor, where I pulled out a puzzle. “Ok kids one story then off to bed.” my dad loved mom’s stories as much as Alyssa did. Dad said it reminded him of his childhood and it made him feel young again, Alyssa said that the stories were cool and it kept things interesting, but mom, she said the stories were alive and if we disrespected them they would hurt us. I thought they were just stories, some were cool and real enough to be true but it wasn’t, they are just words written on paper to entertain us. As mom sat down in her chair Alyssa handed me a marshmallow, I began to roast it.

Tonight it was a story about some rich dude who stole from the rich and gave to the poor after he lost everything. When the story was finished Alyssa and dad clapped their hands and smiled saying this was the best one yet. I don’t see how it's just like every story, good triumphs evil…..wow so original. Mom noticing my quietness looks at me with a frown, oh god here we go again. “Anthony do you not like my stories, you never clap or smile, I picked this for you the least you could do is say thanks.” Why is it that I HAVE to enjoy her stories, them coming to life is as real as the boogeyman who comes after misbehaving kids. “It was just like the other one. The hero always wins, even if in reality he would lose before he could start. Can we have one where the humans or hero or whatever it is loses, and how was I supposed to know this was for me you never even told me” I am trying to keep my voice calm even as anger threatens to rise up. “Fine” anger floods mom’s eyes, “Tomorrow night the hero will lose everything, he will watch his family die then he will die.” oh no mom is wearing her creepy look, I glance over at Alyssa and she starts shaking. “No I want the hero to win” Alyssa was standing with her hands rolled into fists “ Anthony doesn’t know what he is talking about, and how much the hero goes through to win.” Why does she always wants everything her way, I wanted to see how this story was going to end. “Then maybe this story will help me realize this. Mom could you tell this story please.” Mom grinned and nodded her head, dad realizing we had peace, told us all to go to bed.

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