I love my family.

This is to you, your parents, your siblings, younger or older, your adorable children, your noisy neighbor, your cousins, and to the world.

I LOVE MY FAMILY

Tonight my Mother, bless her heart, took another daring quest. She drove Joshua, Emma, and I to her work, to clean.
What an adventure. We had been put in charge of cleaning 3 buildings.
We started with building 3, moved to 2, and then 4.

3 went by fast, I worked in the bathrooms with my sweet little sister Emma.
She told me about school, and her friends.
As we got ready to leave that building, and head for building 2 I could already feel that something would go wrong.

Emma had started to complain about how heavy the bag was that she was carrying.
It was dripping, and too heavy for her, so Joshua carried both heavy bags.
We got the top floor of the second building done and had moved to the bottom.
Joshua was swift, and had finished everything, all he needed to do was clean the main entrance windows.
He asked me to hand him the windex, and some paper towels. I stretched out my burnt brown arm and held it up for him to grab.
He held it by the lid in the air, and swung it a few times, messing around with Emma who was on the stairs below him.

I had walked around the corner to the bathroom to mop the tiled floor, when everything happened too fast.
I heard a high pitched shriek from Emma, I was up off the floor and over to her side in an instant, before I could even ask what had happened I heard Joshua yell at me, telling me to grab it.
Joshua had the top of the bottle in his hand, but the bottom had now fallen down more than half the flight of stairs, and was leaking on every step,
Without thinking I grabbed it as fast as I could and slammed it onto the ground. Running to grab the white paper towels to start dabbing at the stairs.
Joshua was already on it, he was not dabbing though, instead frantically apologizing to Emma, and swiping at the stairs.
I asked Emma to start on the floor, and talked with Joshua for a minute trying to get him to calm down.
I convinced him to go do the main door glass windows, and that I would finish the stairs.
After a moment he agreed to it. I frantically dabbed at the stairs, trying to get rid of as much blue windex as possible before my Mother saw.

After I ran out of paper towels I went over to Emma in the bathroom, I begged her to relax, and told her how sorry Joshua and I were. Letting her know that you could hear the hurt that Joshua felt in his voice.
I asked Emma if the liquid had gotten on her face, she said no, but that the bottle hit her head, and leg, spilling all over her body before it hit the stairs.
I felt awful. We quickly finished up that building before moving onto the last.

The last building, building 4 goes by so fast.
Joshua finished first, and My Mother next. Emma and I were the last to finish.
Well I was, I mopped the bathroom floor by myself.
When I walked out I saw Joshua talking with Emma by the pull up bar.
He had asked her how many she thought he could do.
She responded with 3, he then asked me, I said 7.
As he went to do it it wasn't completely on the top of the door frame, he went to pull up and the bar fell forward, taking my dear little brother Joshua with it.

He scrapped his knee on the carpet, and took some wood chips off the top of the door frame.
We all gasped. My Mother decided we would just set it off to the side. And figure out what to do with it later.
Surprisingly with everything that had happened, finished in about an hour and a half.
It was quite the night.