Suddenly I realized that my younger sister Sara had to go away for college. As I was sitting in my house for the one day that I was home in between my summer job and college this thought came to me. Maybe my parents had an off day in which they were both incredibly annoying.

My sister was sitting down stairs in my house in her usual spot glued to the computer chair. I was upstairs in my room of our three-story house in which one floor of the house overlooked the next floor. Our house is built in a way that the acoustics of people’s voices are heard quite vividly. This is probably what I like least about being home, the lack of quite that my dorm room offers me.

I was also sitting at my computer, when I heard my mother screaming my sisters’ name. “SARA, SARA,” I hear with a shriek on the top of my mothers lungs. For some reason my sister was not answering. So I hear a few more times “SARA, SARA!” I still do could not fathom what could be so important that my mother is screaming on the top of her lungs my sister’s name.

So I open my door and stand above the place where my mother is watching television. I then furiously for my sister ask my mother why she is screaming on the top of her lungs. My mother just looks at me and said, “Sara needs to clean her room,” as if it was the most important thing that needed to be done at this very instant. I then look at my mother as if she is absolutely insane and tell her that Sara needing to clean her room is not something to scream at the top of her lungs. This is when I had the epiphany that Sara NEEDED to go away to college so that my mother did not scream at her for such useless unimportant things. These are the things that I take for granted, quietness.

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