8/6/2019 A 21st and morning after

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Last night was my sisters 21st Birthday and as you can imagine it was a big one,with tons of people dressed up in poodle skirts and leather jackets âfor the themewas grease- eating hamburgers and slurping smoothies. There was champagne to celebrate finally becoming an adult, as well as happy party goers dancing to theirhearts content

In the morning people crept out of tents erected in the back garden lured by the

pleasant aroma of breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen the biggest fry up was taking place and all of my âadoptedâ brothers were tapping their feet to the music wle working for their breakfast. Jean-Marc and Ricardo were at the stove stirringand prodding the food looking slightly confused whilst the eggs and bacon sizzled away, Antony manning the toaster looking relieved he was given the easier job, and Luke, Ricky D and Stuart were laying the table in the other room. As I looked in there were tables pushed together with chairs collecting around it takingup any available space, with mismatch plates dotted around the table top ( I never knew we had so many). But as my stomach growled I followed my nose back to the kitchen and joined my sisters at the table with Brogan, Anna and Gina slowlyjoining us. We all yelled different instructions at the guys, confusing them even more while they slaved away at our breakfast. The culinary fry up genius, my f

ather, walked in on the raucous behavior. He had bags under his eyes, complainedabout the noise, and then claimed the prized position at the stove, to the relief of Jean-Marc and Ricardo. They gladly relinquished their roles as the chefs and moved with respect to one side, to amuse themselves they turned their attention to u, teasing us and each other about what had happened the previous night. We giggle over silly photos that should never had been taken and at all our blondmoment that had been recorded, if they fell into the wrong hands they would beon facebook before we could even blink. So it went without saying that we guarded those photos with our lives.

All the moaning, laughing and bickering stopped as soon as my mother walked in.All of our faces transformed into angelic loveable faces, but she still startedto view the room with a shrewd gaze. But alas she did not get very far because R

icardo swung her into a quick dance to the music still playing, making her forget the trouble makers. This had us all laughing and clapping to the music while she protested half heartedly until she was finally released, with her cheeks redand a smile on her face.

With my mother in the room no one dared to start up the bickering again but thejoking definitely did come back to the room. I know if I bottled up that atmosphere and sold it I would definitely have made a fortune, but instead I savored the moment keeping it close to my heart and holding onto it as long as possible

Finally breakfast was ready and we all rushed to the table filling our plates as if we were half starved. For the first few minutes there was silence as we app

eased our empty stomachs. Then to our horror the camera appeared. In the hands of the enemy this caused protests and wails of despair, with definitely plenty ofjokes from the guys side. And sitting at this breakfast table, I couldnât help wishing it could always be like this