Snippet #1494474

At the sound of Lyris's cool, calm voice I stopped. My cheeks were still red from my idiotic tantrum. I knew they were used to it by now, their flighty, dramatic older sister. I cleared my throat and, wiped my eyes of the angry tears that had left them. Time to be a big girl. I really hated that phrase "Big girl." It had always made me feel like one of those kids in the potty training commercials or something. I especially hated it when I was young,my mother would tell me that every time I cried. But big girls do cry but, they cry for the right reasons, they cry in bravery. This was stupid and, immature. When my younger siblings needed me here I was being a little brat, as usual.

"We should leave as soon as possible. I'm sure mom has money laying around the house. We need a plane to Paris." I sniffled and, got up off the floor. I gently removed Lyris's hand from my arm and, picked a few of the extra things I had thrown into the bag, showing them the tantrum was over and, I was prepared to be reasonable.

I looked at the picture that Lyris had removed from my bag, I took softly and, examined my mother's face in the picture. It was a sad expression but, somehow smug at the same time. The sadness on her face was also mixed with want, it was clear in her eyes, that this woman, as she looked longingly at the children on her lap that they weren't enough. I wasn't enough. That's why she had ruined everything. I swiftly released the photo, letting it drop to the floor and, seeing the frame shatter. I looked back to my dresser and, grabbed the photo of our younger sister, Marietta, instead.

It may sound stupid but, breaking the picture seemed to have taken all the hate out of me, like breaking the picture, also broke my mother's memory, broke through the betrayal I felt from her. I took a deep breath, feeling somehow lighter.
"We can do this, I know we can, for Marietta."