When my sister was young, she kept on imaging the type of family vacations she would have

When my sister was young, she kept on imaging the type of family vacations she would have

When my sister was young, she kept on imaging the type of family vacations she would have when she ever gets lucky to get married and have children. She would tell me all her fantasies when we went to bed since we slept in the same room. I always laughed out loud every moment she opened her mouth to talk about her imaginations. She would skip the part where she has a big belly in a huge maternity dress and calming colic babies right to the part where she is wearing a hot bikini with sunglasses, sitting on a dock while holding a glass of wine. What made me laugh was the fact that she never thought of where her children would be. I would ask her, “what about your kids? She would answer “they are frolicking in the sun”.

After about five years, her dream sort of came true. The four of us; my sister, her husband, her four-year-old son, and I rented two cottages (one for their son and I, and one for the lovely couple) in Quebec for two weeks of August. I was very excited to live in a cottage for weeks. I mean, what could happen? Well for starters, his husband could not swim, what a shocker. If he were not a water-sport enthusiast, that would not be a problem at all. All my sister wanted was to have a drink while on the dock, but John would not let her! He tried to play board games, windsurf and mountain bike, and canoe and kayak. John knew very well that he had no motor skills to carry out such activities, but typical John insisted. When he found out he could not do that; he was so furious. He kept on screaming, howling, and throwing his fists in the air. I laughed so hard at him as I have never done before, and your guess is a good as mine; he did not say a single word to me for the rest of the vacation.

One day before our trip ended, I had to make up with my brother-in-law. I went to their cottage, called him out and asked him to forgive me. We came to terms back again, and that day we had the best day ever. We had drinks, danced and ate a lot of meat.

Whenever I visit them, my nephew always tells me, “do you remember that family vacation that you made my dad sad? Of course, I remember, how could I forget? Thinking about that vacation makes me so happy. That day I learnt how blessed I am to have people like them in my life. I felt so close to them as it was our first hangout since my sister got married.