Christmas at My Apartment in Azalea Park

It was late Thursday morning, and I was just waking up miserably. I was hoping that I could keep my cellular phone shut off during the daytime. I just received a text message from my brother say "MERRY CHRISTMAS..." The text message was sent to me earlier around 6:00am. So, I had to text "Merry Christmas!" back to him and let my cellular phone stay on for another hour before shutting off. The turkey was still in the conventional oven since last night.



While I was still in my apartment, I spent the late morning pacing around in my sleeping clothes, and turning on the television before my mom showed up. After I took a bath and put on my clothes, she wanted me to wrap up a gift that was in the purple Plymouth car. Mom started cooking the rest of the Christmas dinner as my dad knocked on my apartment door. This situation between my mom and dad has been difficult ever since I was a young girl. I am still having struggle with my identity. Now I became the most vulnerable person in the family, because I am the only one unemployed for too many years with ten short-lived work experiences. I gave my dad his Christmas and birthday gift and he enjoyed his earlier Christmas gift, which I gave him when the stalking minister arrived last Saturday. Dad brought in two large 2009 calendars and two small car calendars, which I had taken to put in the purple and maroon cars and getting the bag with items needed to be wrapped. During around eating and watching television, Mom went outside with her cellular phone to call Papa Dearest about some sort of situation. Dad gathered up half of the Christmas dinner in his containers, in which he brought with him to carry back to Scooba, MS. He wanted me to call Mom saying that he is going back home with his food and probably show up next week for the New Year's.

During that evening, Mom youngest brother and his three children showed up at my apartment and decided to eat some Christmas dinner. I felt okay with the two older sisters, but their young brother is a total terrorist. I served the three siblings some Christmas dinner and later got into a fight with the young boy. He started kicking me in the legs while I was picking him up to take a picture with the girls, as Uncle Jeffery had his camera. When I tried to hold him down, he started spitting in my face, and I had the nerve to slap him in the face. Mom noticed that I slapped him and she wanted me to apologize, as well as he had to me. I have the feeling that this young boy is going to be in a lot of trouble as he grows up, because it seems that he has Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. No one in the family is saying anything about it. Mom had to take the family to her home, while I was feeling disappointed and mad about what that young boy did.

I was trying to clean the kitchen, picking up crumbs off the floor with a paper towel, and finishing gift wrapping. I was trying to figure out which presents that Mom wanted to give to the two girls and their mother. As soon as they arrived, Uncle Jeffery and his children started gathering up Christmas dinner for themselves. While I was still wrapping a gift, the boy decided that he wanted to help somewhat and ask me that can he have another soft drink. I gave him lemonade, along with his two older sisters. Mom wanted to ask me which present is for the mother, and I did not have any idea. Mom and I had to go to my bedroom to discuss a secret of who should receive a present among the mother and two girls. As we came back to the kitchen and living room, I passed out the presents to two girls and one to carry to their mother. The girls could not wait to open the present, and surely they opened to see their have each other a container of fragrance powder. They really love their fragrance powder. As they decided to head back home, Mom went outside with them, while I was trying to clean the kitchen stove top and sinks.

I changed channels on the television and put back the scattered presents on the Christmas tree table and left the others underneath . Mom came to eat some of her Christmas dinner as she swept the kitchen floor and ordered me to open my present, which was a pair of chocolate-colored high-heel boots. Those were the boots that Tiffany's older sister Angela wanted me to have. There were pretty nice western boots. I decided not to open my other three presents until the following New Year's.