Cookies and Anxious Boxes- A Photo Story

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I sat at the kitchen table, as usual, my outfit on flique.  I sported a stylish pair of vintage floral leggings, paired with a wintry sweater, and straightened hair.  I sipped a glass of milk, and the caramel dipped apples Grace had prepared for me.

I was quite grateful for Grace, she gave me food and kindness but it was a whole ‘nother story with Kit.

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Her sweaty self from volleyball practice sombered in, graciously stepping up onto the counter.  I watched with sheer astonishment as to what she did next:

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She teetered precariously on the wooden kitchen counter, reaching for the jar filled with Garce’s prize M&M cookies…

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And she grabbed the jar, almost falling onto the bed in the process.

“WOOOOO!”  She yelped, very un-lady-like.  “BAM!  MISSION COOKIES, SUCCESS!!!!”

I snorted in disgust.

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“Kit when are you EVER going to grow up?”

“Woah!  Lets not get ahead of ourselves.  I have the cookies, that’s all that matters!  My precious..”  

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She gulped down 3 of the chocolate filled delights in about 10 seconds.

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“You know, Emily will ground you for the 2nd time this month if I tell her….”

Kit surely would give in to my threats, but it’s not like I wanted to even glance at the cookies she has covered with sweat.

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Kit continued to stare at her cookie.

“Ha!  As if you didn’t sneak out last week to cheer at that football game!”

She had me there.

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Samantha clambered into the kitchen, looking very nervous.  I kept tabs on all the sisters, but Samantha seemed as if she hasn’t done a bad thing in her life!

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“Uhh, Hi Kit and Saige!”  She said in that high voice she used when she was anxious, “I jus-”  Kit cut her off by placing a hand on her shoulder.

“No cookies for you, MY cookies.”

“Ummm… I wasn’t going to eat our cookies…”

“Not ours!  MINE.”  She laughed a brief nerving giggle.

“Well, Emily said that a package was coming, and since we just hit 160 follows, we get to open it ourselves…”

“And?”  I asked, boggled.
“And it-”  the doorbell rang, and we heard a crash from the door, “That’s it!”  Samantha squeaked, and then Emily came shoving in.

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I scowled on the inside at the hideous pants she was wearing.

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Emily was silent for a second as we all took a moment to process that there was a doll box coming in…

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“We bought a sister!”  Emily shrieked excitedly!

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We still couldn’t process it.  I could, but I just stood there to be more dramatic.  😉

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I helped open her, as I had done to 5 other sisters, this one the 6th.

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And the new one stood up.  She wore a strawberry print dress, and held a soft brown teddy bear in her hand,  Her skin was pale, almost lighter than mine.

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At her feet sat a round, cherry red suitcase.

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She had short hair, the length of Kit’s, with lush honey brown curls.

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We whispered solemnly to one another, her adorable red ribboned hat throwing us all off the loop.

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“My name is Paisley, I am 8.5 years old.  Can I stay?”

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