BORING

Once a year, with the routine of a Delaware Park, millions of people claiming to be my kin would storm my hometown. The family did not appear little by little, but as an actual overflowing of oddness, and often senility. The family’s elders, in their twenty-year-old gas guzzlers, circled the town like vultures, finally nesting at the middle of the pavilion. As the rusty doors squeaked open in protest, I could almost hear old school songs blasting deathlike through my mind. It was time for the annual family reunion, and I dreaded it as much as a trip to the dentist because to a youngster like me, everyone was old as Einstein and as bizarre as Moe, Larry, and Shemp. Every woman present was dressed in summer dresses, each with a different flower pattern. Majority of them reeked like mothballs. The horrible aroma was the only thing that kept the insects away from the family. The men, on the other hand, liked like Mr. Brown from the Tyler Perry movies, mismatched clothes of many color and patterns. After each example of everybodies worst nightmare crammed inside the limited space hall, the hall’s double doors were opened, and the celebration kicked off. Once a year, with the routine of a Delaware Park, millions of people claiming to be my kin would storm my hometown. The family did not appear little by little, but as an actual overflowing of oddness, and often senility. The family’s elders, in their twenty-year-old gas guzzlers, circled the town like vultures, finally nesting at the middle of the pavilion. As the rusty doors squeaked open in protest, I could almost hear old school songs blasting deathlike through my mind. It was time for the annual family reunion, and I dreaded it as much as a trip to the dentist because to a youngster like me, everyone was old as Einstein and as bizarre as Moe, Larry, and Shemp. Every woman present was dressed in summer dresses, each with a different flower pattern. Majority of them reeked like mothballs. The