“Rey-rey! Come play with me!”
Kyle pleaded as he watched his older sister, a blob on her beanbag, texting on her phone. She didn’t answer. Kyle sighed. He marched over to the bright pink beanbag and defiantly pulled one of his sister’s carefully curled locks of dark brown hair.
Reyna exclaimed, recoiling and clutching her head.
“What’d you do that for?!”
“Play with me.”
Kyle ordered, crossing his arms.
Reyna answered indifferently, returning to her online chat, and curling up into a comfortable position. Kyle stomped his feet then marched out of Reyna’s room. He sat angrily in the hallway, head in his lap. Mrs. Weiss was preparing dinner in the kitchen. He could hear the banging of pots and the running of water as Kyle’s mom made chicken for the family. Kyle heard Reyna’s shrill laugh at her friend’s rude joke. Suddenly, he noticed that no more sounds were coming from the kitchen, and he felt a soft touch on his elbow. Looking up, he saw his mom staring down at him lovingly.
“Sweetie, is everything alright?”
Kyle motioned toward Reyna’s room.
“Rey-rey’s not playing with me.”
Mrs. Weiss smiled.
“Did you ask her politely?”
“How about you go ask her again? You might be surprised.”
His mother advised as she returned to the kitchen. Kyle rose from the floor and ran back to Reyna’s room. Taking a deep breath, he approached her fearfully.
“Rey-rey, can you play with me, please?”
No answer. Kyle touched her knee. Reyna looked up.
Kyle pleaded. Reyna sighed and reluctantly placed her phone on her desk.
“Fine. What do you want to do?”
Kyle’s mischievous eyes twinkled.
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A few moments later, Reyna found herself blundering about the house with a smug Kyle riding on her back.
“It HAD to be a piggy-back ride.”
Reyna muttered, stumbling over some left out action figures. Kyle smiled and laughed.
“Isn’t this fun?”
He exclaimed. Reyna felt like she was going to throw up.