Memoir

Memoir __False Emergency__ I know poeple out there who have younger or older brothers and sisters. You might think or shoudl I say you know that somehow they will ruin your life. Just doing all the tricks in the old book. But sometimes these so called sibilings of yours might teach you and them selves a lesson. Oh yes, I especially have been there a myriad of times. No one really has a single idea what my sister has done to make me like this today. I can clearly remember one memory that was more than I imagened...

It all started out after dinner. My mother made us dinner and was watching tv. It was a Friday. We all wanted to relax. During that time, my dad went on a business trip to Dublin, Irealand. So for 2 whole weeks there was no stopping us on what we wanted to do. Well not really. As my mother started to wash dishes, my sister and I went upstairs. As I turn to look at my sister in my blue serene room, I see her face turn into a frown. Her dark black hair shined through my bed lamp. While her flushed rose cheeks were glowing. At that moment she looked so cute. "What's wrong ?" I questioned her. "I miss daddy, when is he coming home?" I couldn't blame her she was only four at the time. And she was a huge daddy's girl. "He's coming home in a few days don't worry." I reassured her. As Archana's frown turned into a smile, I looked at the clock. //It's 11:30 pm, wow I'm not even asleep yet.// "Can I call dad?" my sister asked. "what?, it's really late at night think before you say things." "I thought about it now I'm saying it can I call dad?" I was so annoyed that I finally gave in. "ok ok get the number from downstairs, I will be back." I said. As Archana succried downstairs to get the number, I went to the bathroom. When I came out I see her just standing there, her eyes on the phone. "You know you first have to dial 912 right?" My sister's eyes were still on the telephone. "Soumya what's 911?" "It's the emergengy number, you call this number just in case there is an emergeny, why?" I started to get a really bad feeling in the back of my mind. "Don't tell me you called..." "I think I did oops." Oops. That's all the my sister can say. This was going to be quite a night. I squint my eyes at her so hard that they hurt. Of course, within no time I inform my mother. And she panics. Big time. "How could she call the police?! my mother exclaimed. "I don't know." That;s the only answer I had becuse I really didn't know. "You don't know..., and you had to be in the bathroom when she was on the phone." My mom was about to explode. "ok, look the officer is coming to our house soon, just be respectful, and say it was an accident." Pep talks were not my mom's expertise. DING-DONG!! I ran downstairs, and almost slipped on the steps. As I moved the white creme curtain, I could see the police officer, I slowly opened the door and let him in. As he comes in, I peek a quick glance toward the man. I once were told that blue on police officers signifies dignity and discipline. The clothes the man were wearing were so dishelved, that it was hard to look directly at the officer's face. He was big and it seemed like there were one of those permenant ketchup stains on his shirt. He was so big that the button on the officer's shirt was about to poke an eye out. I gestured my sister to stand behind me. Just in case. "Good evening my name is officer Hamieski, I have someone call 911 form this house?' the officer stands with his legs wide apart ans stares into all of our eyes. //God I think I'm going to be sick. "//Yes sir, please sit." I wave and point my hand to the sofa. He gradually sits with a clipboard in his hand. "Officer would you like smething to drink like tea?" my mother questions. I guess she is really nervous and wants a good impression. "No." he says. "Coffee." "No." "Orange juice." "No..." "um...what about some nice water, nothing better to quench your thrist." "No thank You I'm quite fine." the officer stared at my mother. For some reason, my heart beat faster and faster by the minute. "I'm sorry sir but there has been a misunderstanding, my sisiter called 911 by accident." I try to persuade the Officer. "There are NO such thing as an accident when someone calls 911." the officer looked into my eyes. "Where is the girl." //The girl?// My sister comes out of hiding, and the police officer talks to my sister. For 45 minutes. This huge speech on how bad it is to call 911 at 11:30 at night. She slowly nods, pretending to get it. But within no time it will come in one ear and out the other. After a while, before he left he asked us one thing. "Ok, before I go I need this girl's height, weight, age,date of birth, and the run down of what actully happened, ... oh yeah and also a finger print so the other officers will know nothing bad happened." But she's just 4." I tell him. Without any interruptions, the police officer grabs my sister by the arm and gets a quick and easy finger print with all of the other necessary information nedded. My mom eyes drew to a blank. Her hands were sweaty and she looked afraid. "Don't worry this finger print won't count for anything, we have this tradition called "finger frenzy" down at the station." "um... come again?" I said " Every year we have a competition;whoever gets the most finger prints will get a new badge and $50." "What the hell!" my mom blurted out. The officer's eyebrows rose and the smirk on his face dissappeared. "I meant what the well haven't you ever heard of that saying?" All of a sudden officer Hamieski's hand stretches for his walkie talkie as someone starts talking in to it. "Yeah can you let them order that for me? It's near the station, I will be needing it for something important." And of course, out of everyone my mother thought she was going to be called down to the station. "Please don't put me in jail, my two daughters can't even take care of themselves; my husband isn't even in the country, PLEASE!" my mother was down on her knees. "God lady I'm ordering dinner, can't a police officer order in peace? the officer asked. ''sorry, order away." my mother replied. "Have a good night ladies, and remember don't call 911 unless it is a emergency. " he adds before heading out the door. "oh and another thing." He points the finger at me to come near the door. I listen as he whispers in my ear. "Take care of your mother, I think she needs help." Wow //Police officers dissing mothers, guess it's a trend. "//I will." I finally answered as I shut the door tight. It's 12:30 pm. What a night. I look at my sister while she's going upstairs. Though, the Queen Ant can cause a huge wreack of trouble, in the end you always get what you deserve. After this whole bananza I understood one thing. One, that don't let ANYONE call 911. Also, by any chance if you have to go to the bathroom before someone you know is going to get into trouble by call a different number then there is only one way to solve this dilemma. Hold it in. In the end, I realized that although Archana can be annoying and troublesome soemtimes, she's the best person to have around. I do really love her. She might not be and angel from heavean, but hey no one's perfect.