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𝟲:𝟬𝟬 𝗔𝗠 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀
*RING RING*
*RING RING*
Shut the fuck up, please dear God. It's too early for this shit. My eyes slowly open to try and see what the hell was happening to my phone. Someone is calling me? It's damn near too early for fucks sake.
Oh shit... IT'S MAMA! She'll murder me if I don't answer her call. My hand swiftly grabs my phone off my nightstand and accepts the incoming call.
"Buenos días, Mama" I try to say while a hard yawn comes out of me.
"Buenos días, Milianita. How'd you sleep, mí amor?" my beautiful Mother asks.
"I slept... well enough to be able to say I slept" I mumble out and hear her laugh.
"That's good, mí amor. I know you have a lot to do today so I'll back off you now. I love you so much my Milanit-" my Mom's voice goes to an abrupt stop until I hear...
"HI, MY STINKY LITTLE ASSHOLE! When are you coming back, sister? Mama is up our asses 24/7 since you haven't been here bestie. Please sister, come back nowwww" my 17-year-old brother, Juliano, says to me.
Yup, you heard that right. My baby siblings are 17 years old with actual voices instead of baby babbles. I know, time flies by.
"¡PEQUEÑA MIERDA. REGRESE MI TELEFONO, CROTCH MONSTER!" Mama screams at Juliano and I start to laugh.
(Translation: Little shit. Give me back my telephone you crotch monster!)
"I have to call you later, sister. Mommas gonna beat my ass. Love you, Sorella maggiore!" Juliano immediately stops the call and the line goes dead.
(Translation: Big sister)
He's about to get murdered by our Mother. Eh, not my problem. I'm gonna stay out of that. Both my baby siblings are very different from each other.
Juliano is a big loud mouth who plays basketball and likes to play around with girls and then you have Myrka. Our quiet, little sister likes to read and stays quiet when other people she doesn't know are around her.
