I don’t know how to keep my mind off of my family.
Everything seems to lead me back to them. I was trying to distract myself by watching some TV earlier as a distraction, and Jeopardy came on. Jeopardy is my dad’s favorite show, and always has been. One of the things I remember best about growing up was watching it with him every night when he got home. He’d try to answer all of the questions before the contestants did. He was usually wrong, but I think he liked trying.
When there were questions about English, my mom would sometimes come in and try to help him guess. (She’s been an English tutor to the kids in Piedmont for years.) Sam used to watch with us, but now that she’s almost in high school, it’s not cool to like your parents, so she’s usually in her room listening to music, or hanging out with her friends. She still likes me, though – the older brother who got out of Piedmont. She’s saving her allowance to come visit me next month, once exams are over.
I’m not sure why the hell I’m getting so sentimental all of a sudden, though. I feel like I must be overreacting. My mom fell and hit her head, Sam freaked out because Dad wasn’t home to help get her to the doctor, and she forgot that I was on the phone. So it’s probably fine.
There’s going to be some kind of logical explanation for this.
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