Sheltered Siblings
The sound of a fist banging against my bedroom door slowly began to draw me out of the deep sleep that I was in. It was Saturday, why on earth was someone knocking on my door to wake me up! This was the only morning that I could actually sleep in, weekdays I had to get up at 7am in order to be home schooled and then on Sunday’s I had to be up and ready to visit family and go to church. A second round of aggressive knocking hit against my door once again. I tried to call out in response but all I could muster was a tired groan as I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was 7:45am, did I seriously have to get up right now? “Cody…come on, wake …