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-Her four-year-old sister was different- "Why is she holding up a knife?" "Maybe she likes knives." My friend shrugged, getting a well-deserved glare from me. "She is four!" "I know. It is awesome how she has already figured out what she wants to do in life." "Kill?" I raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Cook." She grinned widely. *** My baby sister was different. I sensed it the first time I caught her smiling at the sight of me burning my hand while heating her milk bottle-she had rejoiced and clapped giddily. My mom claimed this was how babies reacted. I wasn't convinced. I tried to hide my grimace when she managed to chase away the hognose snake hiding in our garden and stopped myself from bolting when she started to share her food with her imaginary friend who apparently lived in our attic and slept under her bed. She had apparently befriended a monster! Nope! Nope! Not going there! So when my mother and father decided to leave me in charge for the night, while they visited my sick grandmother, I knew I needed backup. (Lately, inflation and the post-covid era have been hitting hard, so I decided to write something light and sweet to uplift our moods. I am not at all skilled at writing comedy, yet this is an effort.)
1. The Memorable Night
