My 9-year-old brother is a coward and a show-off; two characteristics that don’t go together very well. Whenever he’s out visiting a relative or a friend and someone brings up the topic of sleeping over, he would get all excited about it and declare, “I’ll call my mother now and persuade her so we can stay up all night in your room!”.
What you may not be aware of however, is that my brother has a history for this sort of thing. If he’s about to sleep at someone else’s place, he would mysteriously develop an upset stomach right before bedtime. Then according to him, the only way to cure his sickness is if he goes back home to get a special medicine -in fact, he used this excuse so many times that at one point he even forced himself to vomit to prove it.
Anyway, last night, my mother got a phone call from him, and as usual, she was expecting the same excuse for him to get back home. With a jittery voice and a tone that’s on the verge of crying he begged, “Mom, can you send the driver over? I can’t stay…”.
“Why? Is everything okay? Are you sick again?”, trying to sound surprised.
“No it’s not that…”, he mumbled as he began to realize that he was running out of ideas.
“Then what is it?”, she asked.
“…it’s just that I miss you guys!”.