𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 | 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟

LOGAN

I was in the car and just looked at the people slowly walking into the church. I continued to scoop the ice cream out of the cup and put the spoon in my mouth. Yes, I really have zero craving for this baptism.

I have to see my parents and this suit is a bit small for me. He's not even my real cousin. He's one of those named cousins that I'll never see again in my life.

He's only going to see this one guy in the picture, who is again every single one in a suit. I will have no semblance of importance in existence with him, but my parents have a different opinion, they wanted or rather forced me to come here. What is the reason? Of course, the image of the family, which is supposed to look so happy, although has been completely down the drain for years.

But the drama goes on and in a new round since I finally told my parents what I thought, maybe not exactly the words in my mind, but what I wanted.

I laid the empty sundae on the floor, on the passenger side, then pulled myself together and forced myself out.

My parents stood impatiently in front of the church, although we still have 15 whole minutes. My mother saw me, she opened her arms, making them fall to the thighs, not to greet me but to show how disappointed she is.

"Finally, I thought that you would drop your family." I would love to, if only it wasn't the small thread I'm hanging on so that I can finally leave them forever.

"Would you to greet your mother as you should?" My father became stricter. I wanted to roll my eyes but stopped myself, that would only cause stress.

I held my hand out, which my mother accepted by putting hers in it. I bent down and greeted them both. I hate it already

As I straightened up and pulled my hand away, my parents walked in front of me, I follow them into the church. My hands were in the pocket of my suit pants, as we entered, and a choir was singing from the front.

I was just looking around since I haven't been to church in a long time. When I lived with my parents, we went together every Sunday to pray. Holidays like Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter were used just to plan your whole day with the visiting.

My parents are religious, strictly religious, not me. I think there is something, but I'm not sure what it is. My thought was interrupted when my cousin put me in a headlock and was that kind to mess my hair up with his paw.

"Boys, not here!" my mother admonished as she turned her head and caught us. Len let go of me and stroked my suit.

Len is my favorite cousin of all because he's probably the only one who really sees what this is all about. He's not like everyone else, strict, and has to be "neat" just to kiss people's asses for the image.

He's the perfect example that you don't have to be perfect. This guy had surpassed his parents when it's about money-making and is seen in the media every weekend with a new headline. Whether he's getting drunk with a girl or just running away from the paparazzi and just screwing them with a doppelganger.