I sometimes find myself musing over my sisters rather unusual ways. She dotes on her child in a way that borders on the excessive and is absolutely convinced that everyone around her should see things exactly as she does. But, naturally, the world doesnt work like that.
Her little one is only five. Theres nothing against that we all love him, obviously, because hes family, but thats about the extent of it. Weve each got enough on our plates with our own children.
Yet my sister seems determined to believe her daughter is extraordinarily unique, almost mythical. She insists we refer to her as an angel. And as angels are beyond reproachaccording to heranything this little angel does must, without exception, be forgiven.
Of course, this is all in her own head. No wonder no one ever feels much enthusiasm when she comes round. Honestly, I dont really relish popping over to hers either. But fate would have it that were not just sisters, but colleagues toowe both work at the same company. So, like it or not, I needed to drop by for a chat about some work bits.
Pop over, she said over the phone. Ill rustle up that omelette you love. See you around midday.
I have to admit, her omelette is second to none. I promised Id swing by and put the phone down. As I was grabbing my bag and hunting for my car keys, I thought Id nip by the bakery and pick up something sweet. You cant have a catch-up without a bit of tea and cake, after all.
When I got there, she was already feeding her child at the kitchen table and waved for me to join them. So I sat down, and after a few minutes she said, Eat up, and slid over a plate holding rather sad-looking omelette. Emily didnt finish hers.
I couldnt help myself and asked, trying to keep a lid on my irritation, Dont you have any clean plates left?
My Emily is the cleanest child in the world. Her hands are always spotless, my sister assured me, even as Emily sat next to her rooting about in her nose.
Well, that was the final straw. I huffed, decided then and there to never do lunch at hers again, and left.
If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?
