TITLE: THE MAGIC OF A RE-DO YEAR
GENRE: MG Magical Realism
The Fourth of July crackled and popped all around, but that wasn’t why Lily pressed her hands against her ears.
It also wasn’t because her stepdad Todd had just dropped a cherry bomb from his shaky hands. Even after Aunt Linda had said, “maybe you shouldn’t be lighting that Todd, you’ve had quite a bit to drink."
He’d only slurred a garbled answer and lit a match anyway. But Aunt Linda was right. Fire had brushed his fingers and down it fell.
Hitting the patio cement hard, its echoes still filled the yard. Uncle Sam had grabbed her cousin Michael away just in time.
No, it was her mom running from the house yelling, “That’s it! Things can't go on like this.” Lily squeezed her hands tighter, attempting to drown out her mom pleading—again.
So much for the best day ever. They were supposed to be celebrating not only the Fourth of July, but also her twelfth birthday.
Todd hardly reacted; he just wandered over to a folding chair. As he plopped down, his hand snagged the red, white, and blue tablecloth and Lily’s birthday cake went splat. He didn't even seem to notice. His head lolled over, his chin hit his chest, and a snore came out.
Suddenly the festive decorations looked phony. Her mom had tried so hard. But who were they kidding? He ruined everything lately.
Lily slipped her hands from her ears and let them dangle.