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|The Family (standard:humor, 3567 words)|
|Author: Lilly Plume||Added: Sep 06 2007||Views/Reads: 2714/1753||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A mother lays back and lets her family take over everything (to be continued)|
The sun was hot. In fact it was baking on that incredulously warm summer's day. We sat, like the perfect family, on the sandy beach with our umbrellas, rugs and sand covered picnic. Nelly, my middle daughter was sunbathing in a ludicrously small bikini which made all the passing men and boys stare until Harold made her cover up because she was turning red. Grudgingly, Nelly put on a tiny vest top that hardly covered more than her bikini, though the stares did lesson. Nelly was a very skinny girl, with a flat stomach but hardly any boobs. Her dark chestnut hair was cut in a square bob, that she informed us was oh so fashionable when we had to pay the extortionate bill for it, which matched her dark eyes. Our youngest daughter, Abigail, was making a sand castle and had roped our two oldest children, Faith and Robert, into helping her. Abigail was a cheeky beautiful child, with the same chestnut hair as Nelly but with paler skin from less sunbathing and chubbier cheeks from never turning down an ice-cream. Abigail was such a cheeky child, with the most fabulous laugh that could win her anything. It was quite a sight to see her running around with a pair of bikini bottoms on, like a French child, collecting shells, feathers and stones for the castle. Faith and Robert were still piling sand onto the mound and chatting away about something from school. Robert, our oldest child, looked hansom at nearly 20 his muscles were well defined and his dark hair was curling around his ears, much like his father's at that age. Robert was very stubborn; nothing anyone said could change his mind about anything apart from Abigail. One word from her and he would do anything. He loved her so much that it was almost like he was the father, rather than brother. We, Harold and I, knew how much Robert wanted children, but his girlfriend; Elise wanted a career before babies, leaving Robert to dote on his youngest sister. Faith was blond and awfully thin, bones poked through her white skin all over her body, and even on that hot day she wore a woollen shawl around her shoulders. Faith was16 years old and lucky to be alive, everyday I thanked God that she was still alive. As a baby she had been very ill, all the doctors thought she was going to die, but thankfully she pulled through. To this day she remains a fragile person with her weakened immune system, though stunning with her blue blue eyes and almost white blond hair making her look almost porcelain. Though fragile she had the same long legs as her father and her brother, leaving her 6 foot tall on that hot summer day. Nelly and Abigail were much smaller and broader in the shoulder, which Nelly never stopped telling me was unattractive in a woman, as if I had choice in how she was made and could edit her at any point if I wanted to. At 14 Nelly believed that having the correct broadness of shoulder, the correct flatness of stomach and the least spots were the most important things in life, not forgetting her beloved sunbathing. Faith, though only a couple of years older than Nelly, was much more interested in her studies, mainly literature and history, with some art and science, and did not really care if she had an outbreak of spots, even though her skin never portrayed even a slight pimple, or if her long hair was not completely perfect for school. In that way she was like Abigail, who was extremely popular in her class and the more often she came in without brushing her hair and still with mud in her face, the more popular she became. Abigail was a bossy child, which was probably why she was popular in her reception class, and never hesitated to let her feelings be known, however odd they may be. “Mummy,” shouted Abigail as she came rushing back up the sand from where she had been investigating a rock on the water's edge, “look!” and she thrust her grubby, sandy little hand towards my nose, opening it and revealing a hermit crab. I nodded absentmindedly as I tried to continue reading an article in my magazine about how a mother saved her 3 children from a flood, and then went back to help rescue a further 6 children from varying neighbours while being 7 months pregnant. “Lovely, darling,” I said vaguely. I didn't see her little eyes turn to slits as she realised her mother was not paying her the attention she thought she deserved. “Mummy!” she shouted very close to my ear, which, of course, got my full attention very quickly. “Abigail!” I said, using my cross mother's voice, “Do not shout.” “But mummy...” “Not buts Abigail, now, what is it you want to cause you to shout so Click here to read the rest of this story (240 more lines)
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