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A Family Ritual

I woke to the chiming of my phone. I pressed snooze and closed my eyes again. It had been hard to get to sleep last night. I had been agitated. Part excitement, part worry. Today was the day. But all I wanted to do right now was to pull the covers over my head and nap. Some chance!

My door burst open and the twins cheery voices announced their arrival. They were older than me, but seldom acted that way, Ella in particular. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Today's the day." They spoke together, people sometimes found it unnerving, but I was used to it.

"No. Just ten more minutes. I'm so tired."

Bella pulled the covers off and Ella started to tickle me. "Oh look, baby Tiff is ticklish."

Tiff was short for Tiffany. I'd never been too fond of my name. But Mom had given it to me, and it was one of the few things I had to remember her by. I had been a toddler when she left. The twins were five years older and even their recollections of her were dim. The only family member that knew Mom well was Liz. Liz was our big sister and twenty-nine now. I guess she was the head of the family.

Dad? Liz said he never got over Mom leaving. My memories of him were all sad ones. Alcohol on his breath. Yelled expletives. Him passed out on the couch. Drink had taken Mom's place, but it had proved to be an even worse life partner. His death certificate stated, 'myocardial infarction,' but it was the drink that had done for him. Drink and depression. Which left the four of us to fend for ...

... ourselves.

I'd been seven at the time of the funeral. Liz had been the same age that I had reached today, eighteen. That had been old enough. Old enough to take charge of the three of us. I'd often wondered why social services had not intervened. Then, out where we lived, the writ of the Government was weak. Almost as if they didn't care. Or, more likely, that we were simply off the radar.

Liz was left to raise her siblings. To do her best to keep us fed and dressed and warm. She'd done what she had to do. Now it was my turn to help out. Just as Bella and Ella had begun to do five years earlier.

I'm probably painting our lives as too grim. It wasn't really like that. We had each other. Liz, and then the twins, made sure we wanted for nothing. At least nothing we really needed. I had an iPhone for fuck's sake; sure an old model and pre-owned, but it worked. We were close, a happy family. Today I knew I was going to get even closer with my sisters, as a precursor to getting closer to other people. As a precursor to helping to pay our way in the world.

I slept nude and thought nothing of getting out of bed like this. We had all seen each other naked many times before. But I knew today was different. As I was searching for my clothes, I felt a hand on my butt. Turning, I saw Ella stroking my skin.

Bella spoke up. "Ella, not now. What would Liz say?"

Ella ignored her. "But I've been looking forward to this for so long. Tiff is the prettiest after all. Why shouldn't we ...