8
When their forceful methods failed, they resorted to gentler approaches.
That afternoon, as I returned home, I found my mother at the entrance of the gated community, carrying a dish of freshly prepared sweet and tangy pork ribs, stopped by the security guard.
Spotting my vehicle, my father positioned himself in its path, obstructing my passage.
Jane, holding Andy and a toy, said in a sweet voice, "Sister, Andy longs to see Anna. I've bought a present for the child. Please, consider the children and allow them to play together for a bit!"
Andrew went even further. He created a banner featuring our childhood pictures and emblazoned it with large text: [Congratulations to my sister on her newfound freedom, cheers to being single!]
They attempted to stir my familial emotions.
But it was too late for that.
I gazed at them through my shades and responded coolly, "Thanks. If I want ribs, I'll order delivery."
Then I began to close the window, preparing to depart.