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Damn it Mitchell
I’m hearing the knocking at the door but damn, it’s still so early. I was expecting my brother Mitchell to come today but not this early. He called me yesterday while we were having dinner, Elisa prepared her speciality for the kids, meatball subs. She normally hates that I attend calls on the dining room table but being my brother the one calling, she was okay with it, as we haven’t heard of him in a long time. Oh Mitchell, he always appears on the most inconvenient times. I’m having the most important meeting of the year with my boss today and I would have loved to have a nice rest before going to hear three hours of him yell about “economic growth in the company”.
He doesn’t stop knocking, typical Mitchell. “I’M COMING MITCHELL!” I shout out from our bedroom’s window. “Mm honey, can you keep it quiet? Trying to sleep here.” I guess I woke up Elisa accidently. “Sorry babe.”
That incessant sound, he’s always been the most annoying character since we were kids. There was a time when we used to have a small playground in our backyard. Our father, “Pop” as we used to call him, built us this carefully crafted place where we could play and jump around. He chopped the wood himself from a nearby forest and I remember him screwing each piece together with his bare hands. It had a set of two swings, one for each. Mine was the red one and Mitchell had the blue one for himself, we agreed on that since Pop gave it to us. Mitchell made the act of swinging a living hell for me. He never stopped. Whenever I tried to sleep, my little brother was always swinging, up and down, up and down. I hated the noise of those chains clanging around so much. To make things worse, he always used my red swing. Guess I haven’t missed him at all. Damn it Mitchell.
I open the door with my body in front of it but my brain is surely still laying on my pillow. “Hey Eric! Man I’ve missed you!” He suddenly launches himself to hug me. “Well Mitchell, haven’t heard from you recently brother.” I don’t hug him back as strong as he did, but I do give him a pat on the back. “Well I’ve been kind of busy, but it was time to see you Eric.” He looks way better dressed than he used to. His grey sweat pants and basketball team hoodies are gone. His new polo shirt look it’s not the fanciest but he does have a good change there.
“Mitchell, why the hell did you had to come this early?” I don’t care if I seem angry, I’m tired and I need a good sleep. “Sorry to disturb you at this time in the morning brother but I couldn’t wait, I was too excited.” “Excited for what exactly Mitchell?” I don’t know what is he talking about and honestly, I couldn’t care less. It’s six a.m.! “Look Eric!” He points out towards the other side of the street. There I see a big bright red Harley Davidson chopper with chrome details. I haven’t seen that bike before between this talk, being so sleepy but well, the beauty of that thing woke me up instantly. “I got it for you Eric. The filmmaking job is living me more money that I could use now, and I wanted to give my big bro a little something.” I’m just stunned, there was no way I was expecting something like this. Mitchell takes out the keys from his right pocket and places them on my hand.
Damn it Mitchell, what a wonderful surprise you just gave to me.
