A Page Left Unturned

"What are you doing?"

"Why do you always come in when I'm about to do something important?" Cecilio turned his camera off and turned around in his chair to look over at his younger sister Kiara.

"How am I supposed to know when you're busy or not? Anyway, I'm hungry, we ran out of Maruchan cups plus Dad isn't home yet either." Kiara gave her older brother a blank expression which Cecilio matched.

"Thirteen and can only make noodles cups so sad. Well, good luck with that." He turned right back around to his computer and camera. Yet, he was immediately spun back around by his sister who look like she wanted to kill him but in reality, she was desperate.

"Come on! Just make something for me!" Kiara cries as Cecilio pinched his nose causing his glasses to lift up.

"Why don't you just wait for Dad? Who knows he might bring home some pizza or tacos from Pollo Rico." Cecilio adjusted his glass back on his face.

"If he even remembers," Kiara muttered. "Will you please just make something? Did you also forget Mom will be pissed if there's no food?"

Cecilio sighed heavily, he didn't forget. How could he? He gets up without a word and heads downstairs to the kitchen with Kiara right behind him. He took in the dullness of the living room as they descended the stairs. Light only came from the small window panels on the front door and two small windows on the wall to the left. There was a larger window that let in the most daylight, however, his mother forbid opening the old heavy curtains thus making the room appear dim. Both he and his sister believed their mom had grown to like the dark.