Description: Arash always gets one-upped by his parents when he complains about his first world problems.
Dear diary,
A lot happened today, so get ready. Okay, so this morning, my nine-year-old twin brothers, Ravash and Radee, just walked into my room, without knocking, stole my clothess, shoes, necklaces, and colored pencil, then walked out. I told them that they couldn’t take my stuff, but Ravash said, “We don’t care,” and Rady ignored me. Then, when I got on the bus this morning, none of my friends were on, and I had to sit with a stranger! Talk about awkward. That’s not even the worst part of today. At lunch we had meatloaf, so I went hungry. Normally one of my friends has a lunchbox and shares with everyone at work, but not today. Then I forgot to finish my project so now I have to redo it for half pay. Finally, I got home expecting to eat a snack and relax and complain to my immigrant parents… until my mom said that she and dad needed to talk to all of us. Even my little brother, who is only thirty-five. I had no idea what they could need to talk to us about, but we all sat on the couch anyway. That’s when they told us that they’re having another baby! Can you believe it? Another one? And the worst part is that it’s a girl! We are a family of all boys. Girls are so Awesome though.but I have no idea how I’m going to live with one. Mom and dad say I’ll be happy when she is born, just like I was with my little brothers, but I highly doubt it. In any case, I’ll keep you posted.
Until next time, Arash.
