Taking deep breaths was my mantra when Ariel, my usually upbeat (yet somewhat disorganized) sister, offered to arrange Grandpa’s 90th birthday bash. The idea of a surprise party was endearing, yet with Ariel at the helm, things were bound to derail just like an out-of-control dessert cart. And derail they did!
Ariel and I have always had a complex relationship. As siblings, we share numerous memories, both delightful and challenging, yet our differences often sparked disputes. Ariel, the younger and more spontaneous one, frequently found herself in predicaments, pulling others into her whirlwind adventures.
I was the older, more cautious sister, perpetually tidying up the messes she left behind. Despite our frequent disagreements, our affection for Gramps remained a strong bond.
Gramps had always been a pillar of support and wisdom, particularly after Dad’s passing. He was our cornerstone, and his 90th birthday was a significant occasion we all wished to honor genuinely.
When Ariel stepped up to plan Gramps’ birthday, my skepticism was immediate. My sister’s track record with organizing was less than stellar. One evening, while sipping tea with Mom, I couldn’t hold back my apprehensions.
“Mom, are you certain Ariel can manage Gramps’ party? She’s never handled anything like this,” I remarked, stirring my tea, attempting to sound casual.
Mom peered at me over her glasses, her expression a mix of seriousness and patience. “Jocelyn, let your sister try. She’s attempting to do something special for Gramps.”
“But she’s so absent-minded. Remember how she forgot to thaw the turkey last Thanksgiving?”
Mom exhaled and placed her cup down. “That was one time, and we made do, didn’t we? Have some faith in her, Jocelyn. She’s eager to prove herself.”
Reluctantly, I agreed to loosen my grip on my worries. “Alright, I’ll give her a chance. But I’ll still keep a watchful eye.”
Mom reached out and squeezed my hand. “I know you will, dear. But let her have this moment. Gramps deserves a wonderful celebration, and Ariel is part of this family too.”
With reluctance, I withdrew and even sent Ariel the $50 she requested. Days later, as the party date arrived, my apprehensions materialized the moment I entered the venue. A sushi restaurant? It starkly contrasted with the intimate family gathering I had envisioned for Grandpa’s 90th.
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