Losing the Bet
“Come on loser, you gotta do what I want” my sister Tia taunted me. We’d bet on the World Cup; I was confident that my team was going to win so I bet my younger sister who liked the other team. The winner got to order the other around for 24 hours, the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I begrudgingly acknowledged that her team won but I my mind was racing, trying to figure out how I could get out of doing anything her fertile 17-year-old mind could come up with, “I have a whole list of things you’re going to do for me” she continued. “That’s not fair; I only had two things on my list if you lost.” “Yeah, what?” she challenged. “Wash my car and wait on me hand …