Everyday my aunt constantly tells me to put things
in the right place. She tells me, “Steph, pick up your coat from the
floor.” “Steph, the forks go on the left and the knives and spoons on
the right.” But every day, I just blow her off and say, “Whatever.”
Well, maybe all those mornings she kept on bugging me and all those
afternoons she kept on telling me to do things right, I should've
listened to her.
All of this started one hot summer afternoon, when she came from work. I
told her I was going to dye my hair, and she said she was also going to
dye her hair. I told her I was going to dye my hair red, and she told me
she was going to dye her hair blond. Well, before we even started dying
our hair, we fixed the table so when my uncle and dad came home from
work the table would be ready for them to serve their food. But like
always my auntie wanted to tell me what to do.
Eventually, I just ignored her like always. By the time my uncle and dad
were home, they started eating while we started dying our hair. She told
me to go get two cups. She said something about the two cups, but I
didn't listen to her. So I got two blue cups. I put my dye and her dye
in the blue cups. My aunt went to wash the dishes before she started
dying her hair. She told me to start to dye my hair.
I looked at the two blue cups. I didn't know which one was mine, so I
took the one that looked more like red. After I finished dying my hair,
I went and threw the blue cup with the hair dye in the trash. After I
did that, I rolled up my hair with the towel. While I was doing that, my
aunt started dying her hair. After she was finished, she rolled up her
hair into a towel. I started taking a shower while her hair was drying.
After I was done taking a shower, I went to my room to change and she
started taking a shower. While I was in my room, I could hear my dad and
my uncle watching television. When I was done changing, I heard my aunt
getting out of the shower, and while I was waiting to see her hair, I
took the towel off my head and started brushing my hair. I looked at my
hair and screamed as if I were being kidnapped. I could hear my aunt
screaming too. I ran to the hallway and looked at her hair, and she
looked at my hair.
My dad and uncle came running as quick as lighting to hallway and asked
us what was wrong. My aunt and I screamed and said, “Our hair!” My hair
came out all blond and her hair came out red. She looked at me with this
face and said, “This is your fault. I bet you got the same color of cups
after I told you not to do that.” Right there in that moment, I
remembered she said something about the cups.
She said, “Thanks a lot, Steph. Now I have to go to work like this!”
From that moment I felt really bad and hurt that she got mad at me.
Eventually I dyed my hair red and she dyed her hair blond. She didn't
talk to me or bug me for a whole week. I kept on telling myself that I
missed her bugging me every day because it wasn't the same. Eventually
she started talking, and then as days went by she started being normal
and started bugging me again.
My aunt started talking to me, and I have to listen to her, even if it
annoys me sometimes because she wants the best for me. From that day and
on, I have always listened to my aunt. Well, maybe not quite always
because we still had our ups and downs sometimes.