6 Sisters later

I look at my sisters, then back to our parents. I know how mad our father is going to be, and our mother is clearly disappointed, not that I even care. That’s the things about being the Sunday of the sisters, I was always the one my parents got to take it easy with.

My name is Iradessa. Yes, I know, my parents well... I don’t even know. Iradessa Pearl Blythe.

My parents love to tell me I was never trouble. In fact, I was a very obedient toddler, child, pre teen, and teen. So of course I’m a very obedient young adult as well. 28, what a wonderful age.

Seven years after they had me, their perfect, well behaved, Sunday child, they ended up having another child.

My little sister, Remira Rose Blythe. Think Monday, stressful, annoying, super smart, and super boring. Rey, as she likes to be called, is practically an over dramatic, genius, who tends to stay clear of people. The one type of child our parents never wanted to have.

Mainly because they knew they had to focus less attention on me, their perfect, genius, angelic Iradessa.

When I was nine and Rey was two, they had a third daughter, Helena Ivy Blythe. Tuesday, think kinda forgettable, sorta annoying, sorta smart, but also sleep deprived half the time, but that all changes when tacos are involved. Lena, as she to be called, is definitely a foodie, in fact she got into a culinary school.

So they had me, their perfect child and heir, Rey, their super dram soon to be lawyer, and then Lena, their cook.

Which was fine despite the fact Rey and Lena couldn’t get along for a second, I was always able to make the behave. Well somewhat. Nine months after Helena, our parents had a fourth daughter, Marilynn Lyric Blythe. Wednesday, smart, sleep deprived, tiring, and the middle of the week.

Mari and Lena were ALWAYS in the same grade. ALWAYS comparing grades, and Mari, though quiet and nice, had it out for Lena. It probably didn’t help the Lena hated her from the start.

That’s why when Helena announced her culinary school acceptance, Mari announced her art school acceptance. Maybe she thought she was gonna get a better reaction, but our parents didn’t care about either.

That was our family, until I turn twelve three years later, and our parents had another child! Persephone Summer Blythe. Thursday. You know that day right before Friday most people hate, because everyone thinks it’s Friday. It’s not. Everyone thought Summer, as she goes by, was the last one. Nope!

Persephone is a sleep deprived, emotional wreck. That’s how I would describe my Thursdays. She’s currently 15, in drama, choir, and dance, pretty much always busy. Yet, also the most introverted of all my sisters including.

Well, everyone thought she was the last of the sisters. Until the twins came along two years later. Angelica Lace Blythe, and Angelina Lavender Blythe. Angelica, or Lacey, is Friday, smart, fun, and a party animal. She can pretty much get away with anything, including murder, if she wanted to.

Then there’s Lina, think Saturday, or dumb blonde. Partying yes, studying no. Her and Lacey were in the same grade when they started school, now Lacey is an eighth grade, while Lina in a sixth grader.

Here‘s the other thing, our family doesn’t do family dinners. We tried those, but six sisters don’t agree on anything ever.

So... when our parents called me for this very special family dinner, I knew very well it was going to end disaster.

That‘s what I’m currently looking at, dismay.

And it all started so simply. We had all been sitting at the table. My dad at one end, and me as the heir at the other.

my mother was to the right of my father, his right not mine. Then next to her, Helena, Persephone, and Angelina. To my right is Remira, Marilynn, and Angelica.

Dinner came out and everything was normal, at least for a normal family who doesn’t talk at the table. Then it started. “Marilynn, pass me the salt,” my mother ordered, and all of my younger sisters rolled their eyes.

“What‘s with the attitude?” My father asked, I stayed silent. I knew war was brewing.

“You never call us what we ask!” Mari snapped, “I get it, you named us, you made us, you raised us. Thank you, really, but why can’t we be our own people!”

Both my parents ignored her, as they often did with any of my younger sisters outbursts. That’s Angelica grabbed the salt and tossed it toward our mother, clearly knowing she was next to be asked. It started heading toward Helena’s face, she striked it and it fell straight into her food, making it over salted. “LACEY!” She screamed. She picked up the pepper, after Lacey rolled her eyes, and goosed it straight for the thirteen year old‘s head.

Lacey hit it and it went flying into Lina’s food. Lina stood up, “LOOK WHAT YOU DID LENA!” She snapped.

“Yeah, Lena!” Lacey stood up crossing her arms.

Mari grabbed a tomato on her plate and flung it at Lacey, her turned back to her. Lacey dug her hands into her mash potatoe, and shot them at Mari, who ducked and the glob hit Rey and stuck to her face.

Before I knew it all my sisters were throwing food, and then they were on the table. Then the table was tipped over. I look to my parent, “Do something!” My mother ordered me.

“You’re their parents!” I snapped back, and I don’t know where it came from.

“They don’t listen to us!” My father screamed, “Go be a good girl and tell your sisters to behave!”

That‘s when I was finally over being their pet, “No!”

Suddenly a barbecue rib hit me in the face a smeared down my cheek, “Who threw that?” I ordered, turning to the pile of arms. All of them shrugged.

“I did!” My mother said, revealing her messy hand. My father took a step back.

“Someone give me something to chuck,” suddenly all sisters were behind me. My mom got the same glint in her eye I did.

“What is going on! All of you need to stop this now! We are not attacking your mother with food!” My father snapped.

Here’s the thing about my mom, she was raised on a farm with nine older brothers. If anyone could handle herself in a fight against seven prissy girl it was her. Now, my father... he was an only child raised in a rich mansion.

“No, honey, they won’t. Ira, Rey, Lena, Mari, Summer, Lacey, and Lina. It’s time to show your father how to get a little messy! GET HIM!” And him that all eight girls started chucking food at my father.

Suddenly he was chucking it right back at us... the dining room was a disaster, our family dinner was horrible, but our relationships... has never been stronger.