Deep breaths, that’s what I told myself when Ariel, my ever-optimistic (and slightly chaotic) sister, volunteered to plan Grandpa’s 90th birthday. Sure, a surprise party sounded sweet, but knowing Ariel, it would veer off course faster than a runaway cake trolley. And it did!
Ariel and I always had a complicated relationship. We shared countless memories, both good and bad, but our differences often led to friction. Ariel, younger and more carefree, had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging others into her chaotic plans. I was the responsible older sister, always cleaning up after her messes. We both cherished our bond with Gramps deeply, despite our constant squabbles.
When Ariel volunteered to organize Gramps’ birthday party, I felt immediately suspicious. My sister wasn’t known for her planning skills. But I reluctantly agreed to let her handle it, hoping for the best. On the day of the party, chaos ensued, but in the end, we learned to appreciate each other’s efforts.
