the enemy

We’re very lucky, my sister and I. Our parents planned well, got plenty of groceries, games, movies, liquor. They didn’t think it would be that different from our normal spring break. And while we’ve had plenty of little fun moments, we’re four days in and we’ve had more screaming fights than my four years of high school combined, my sister and I versus our parents. Now my sister and I spend most afternoons and early evenings sneaking outside her bedroom window with glasses of wine plotting a stealthy getaway, while the parental team sits in the backyard smoking and presumably doing the same. They were grateful our rebellious phase never came when we were seventeen, unfortunately it appeared four years delayed, twice as strong, and during a nationwide lockdown. Although time is moving excruciatingly slow, things are changing fast. Today my sister and I fought, she turned to me and said “I never thought we’d be quarantined long enough to see you become the enemy.”

But we all make up when we remember the real enemy of the Coronavirus.