“I Jerk Off! That’s What I do,” he said.

“I jerk off! That’s what I do. Yeah!” He also added the “jerking off” hand gesture. He yelled at his uncle and aunt, who were across the table. You could hear a pin drop in the house. He was too drunk even to function.

His cousin, Abby, got up from the couch in the living room next to the kitchen. “Why are you yelling at my parents!”

He was jealous of his cousin because he chose a life of partying, sex, drugs, and alcoholism. Abby and her siblings chose a different pathway, education, and family values.

“Your mom checked my shoes! When I was young, she checked my socks because she thought I was a thief.”

Abby’s mom was stunned. Her contorted face showed utter confusion. After a couple of seconds of processing the accusation, she said, ” My son, I don’t remember doing that. But if I did, I’m sorry.”

He sat leaning on his leg while holding a beer on the other. His demeanor was aggressive, accompanied by his abusive words.

Abby thought, “Entitled, spoiled brat who led his life loosely because his parents introduced him to alcohol when he was a kid. Now he’s here blaming us for his life. Piece of shit.” But she couldn’t say that to him.

Abby spoke up, “You’re here criticizing my parents. But do you remember what your mom used to say about my sisters and me? She used to yell at my dad, ‘You wait. All your daughters will soon be pregnant.’ We weren’t even fifteen or promiscuous. But she felt the need to say that about us. But none of her wishes came through. Is that what pisses you off?”

He was now in utter shock, along with his parents, who sat beside him, almost grimacing at his false accusations about his uncle, aunt, and cousins.

He looked at Abby with piercing, burning eyes and said, “You crossed the line!”

Everyone got up from the table. His older, taller brother, more prominent than him, was pushed out of the house.

Abby yelled at her drunk cousin, “You ruined my birthday.” She felt like a child saying it, but it was true. He embarrassed her in front of her friends and family.

The older brother had his father in his space, “I have pride! I have pride. I have a face, alright. I have face.”

They finally left. Abby wept bitterly while her family tried to console her. But her tears were beyond the offense of her cousin. It was the abuse toward her family and house. It was knowing that her cousin was no longer her childhood best friend.

He was a monster now and not the loving and charismatic kid she grew up with, yet he was also the one who harassed her with calls in the middle of the night, calling her a ‘bitch’ and insulting her parents. The one who had peed in their backyard and said sexual things about her sister’s ass.

Abby knew that she would one day need to forgive him, but they forbid him to return for now. She wished him well and said goodbye all her mind because she knew there would be no closure coming from him. So she did in her mind, sighed, and moved on with their childhood’s distant memories.


“Maybe one day I’ll see his mind and heart healed,” she said as her last prayer for him, letting the rose petals fly away into the ocean.

(This is ambiguous, vague, and fragmented on purpose, especially the descriptions of the characters. But I hope you can still relate to it. Please leave me your comments.)~Ana


“In your anger do not sin": Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry." Ephesians 4:26


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