Alone Adventures

"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but...” Actually let me start off with saying I love you as do all five of my other siblings. You gave us life and protected us well into Adult hood. Your so beautiful and full of life doubting the strong "King with tits" that you showed through sacrificing your time to make sure we didn't end up ended but well taken care of. You are a true inspiration, the reason I am who I am today. No difference we have will ever ruin our bond, it's a never-ending treasure.

With that being said I never told you this but awhile ago some mistakes were made that we made a siblings pact to keep. So you know how you and dad have always worked so hard we pretty much had to be at home without both of you for at least four hours each day. Well as younger children we wanted you and dad around more often then you were available so we decided to do small pranks that led to the biggest one. The prank to end all pranks.

So the first prank was hilarious to us, but everyday you would shake out the sheets before work after itching all night. Well while you thought dad was shedding skin really bad it was all of us using foot skin scrapers to get the skin off our feet and spread throughout your bed everyday before you and dad got home. It got so funny we ended up with a mason jar full of skin and toe nails.

The next prank was a mental genius idea created by yours truly. Dad every night would get a cup of Bacardi before bed. He would always sit his cup down by the bed and go to the bathroom. We all knew dad took no longer then twenty minutes in there and he never was less then ten. So I would empty his cup and leave it next to his bed. You never caught me because you were cooking at this time. The first try at this it was sad because mom and dad argued about it and then he called us to ask about it. As we all denied it and you convinced dad that he must of drank it and forgot. With only me knowing the truth everyone was very convincing in there stories so he slowly lost his mind, not completely of course. After I told my siblings my genius idea it wasn't long before they were in on it as distractions while I emptied his cup and drained a little out the bottle. He started to think he was drinking to much and it was causing him to shed skin, he researched this for the longest time.

Then our pranks started to get petty. We would unlock the door after mom locked it and always added extra salt to dads food when he cooked and was not looking. Now he has the title of having good food but TOO SALTY. We were so lonely and so bored but nothing was more horrible then the last prank that stopped all other pranks. The night of dad big promotional dinner with his boss, we were not excited to see our dad accept longer hours away from home so in our mind we had to ruin the dinner.

So mom, I never told you this before but we are the reason for that disaster dinner not you. It was funny then so brace yourself; so first thing first when dad boss came in and smelled that horrible fart smell when you opened the door it was because breon walked past quickly as you were opening the door and sprayed a horrible fart smell in a bottle. It was so funny the look on both you and Mr. Conner face thinking that one another past gas without knowing who did it. Then you led him to the dining room where the table was set with dishes and silverware. Well on the way he he ended up falling on what you thought was something you maybe spilled but while you were at the door Patricia had spilled water on the floor purposely. When he fell and he caught himself with his hands everyone burst into laughter including Mr. Conner but Quan was irritated when he seen the enjoyment of Mr. Conner.

So Quan went to the kitchen with Dewayne and I. First we brought out the drinks Red Wine and our juices. Little did we know Quan had poured in laxative and he was furious when Mr. Conner said he would like a water, he went back into the kitchen, Dewayne followed. I followed behind to grab the water, then I rejoined Quan and Dewayne back in the kitchen to bring out dinner that was already plated. Dewayne and I brought out our plates and then went back to grab the adults but Quan had grabbed Mr. Conner plate. He had put extra salt into the potatoes, he had licked each asparagus, and dropped his steak into water patted it out then rubbed oil on it. While we enjoyed Dads perfect meal Mr. Conner complained as he tasted each portion. "Wow this is too salty!!" "Omg this steak is horrible!!" "Well this asparagus is cooked to perfection." We all looked in confusion as Dad apologized over and over but I noticed the hold back of laugher in Quan eyes that everyone was blinded to see from humiliations of accusations from Mr. Conner because according to our taste buds, these were wild accusations.

I said I needed more juice and gave Quan the eye, he followed me into the kitchen were I accused him and he happily admitted. I told him this would defiantly lose dad the job and now we were the only ones who knew we went back to the table. Mr. Conner wine glass had been empty as he gave dad the sad news of not getting the promotion. Dad was confused because he, as we did, thought the dish was exquisite. Well as my dad disappointedly, slowly walked Mr. Conner to the door he yelled "omg!! where's the bathroom!" Mr. Conner was in the bathroom for almost a hour, as you walked around blaming yourself for Dads failed night. You thought you made him slipped, you couldn't explain the dish you plated, you didn't understand if it was the wine or asparagus that had him rushing to the bathroom. You felt you should of known these things when you had no control over it but you let yourself, as we did, be tortured with the feeling of not knowing because dad was sad about the promotion.

That night Quan and I told everyone else about the laxatives and we all burst into laughter, the same when we told them about the food. We saw that night as successful, we still got the little time we had before with our dad. We then the next couple of weeks felt horrible we seen the sadness Dad had been consumed by and the torture that put you through, we felt if you found out any of this you would hate us so we made a pact to never again speak of it. Dad has had so many accomplishments since then and landing that higher paying job with less hours a month after that night, I have conversed with the others and for this challenge all parties are willing to let you know something you never knew before, The siblings pact.