Bundle of Mischief
By Laya Venkatesan
Cans were rolling across the floor. BOOM! We heard a big monstrous explosion. My mom and I gasped.
It all started when we had to take dauntless Svara, my 3-year-old sister, to the grocery store because my Dad wasnâ€™t home.
"Mommy!" my baby sister called zealously.
My mom lethargically dragged herself toward charismatic Svara and rubbed her weary eyes because Svara had kept her up all night.
"Yeah," my mom replied.
Svara pointed to the Lucky Charms cereal avariciously. It was her favorite cereal.
Grabbing the box of cereal, my mom started to try to pour it into a bowl.
Very little cereal came out because it was empty. As Svara devoured her snack, my mom quickly threw on her tan, puffy coat and grabbed the car keys.
"Laya, put on your coat! We have to dash immediately to the grocery store to buy more Lucky Charms for Svara," my mom explained as she started getting closer to the door.
I gave her a puzzled look.
"Are we actually bringing Svara? Sheâ€™s going to cause a lot of trouble there," I warned.
"Iâ€™m afraid weâ€™re left with no choice. Daddy went to Philadelphia and we canâ€™t leave her home alone."
I sighed, but put on my coat and followed my mom and sister.
Seeing my momâ€™s anxious look, I knew this trip wasnâ€™t going to go too well.
Hurrying to the car, I hoped we could go to the store and get back quickly.
My mom gathered her belongings as we parked our car in the parking lot and started to get out of the car.
â€˜This is going to be quick," I tried to convince myself.
Svara, my mom and I hurried to the store.
Svara is pretty nimble for a baby, I thought.
The automatic doors opened and we entered the store.
Svaraâ€™s eyes wandered through the store and she smiled.
"Mommy, mommy! I want lollipop," Svara pointed to an enormous pink lollipop.
"Svara, I told you, no candy in the morning," my mom reminded.
"Lollipop," Svara screamed. Everyoneâ€™s eyes were on us.
"Ok, ok," my mom grabbed the lollipop and gave it to Svara.
My face turned red and I was praying hard hoping that Svara wouldnâ€™t throw any other tantrums.
"Come on. Letâ€™s get the cereal before Svara takes something else," my mom suggested.
"Good idea!" We all rushed to the cereal section.
Svara was going in the opposite direction heading to the soup aisle.
"Oh great," my mom and I synchronized as we dashed to Svara, trying to lead her to the cereal.
Svara wouldnâ€™t yield. She stuck her hands out and kept running toward the soup shelves.
The cans seemed to instantly start falling and dropping to the floor.
My mom and I gasped. Picking the cans up, I crossed my fingers, hoping no damage was done.
Everybody was looking at us. I went red with embarrassment. I quickly pulled my hood on so no one would recognize me. I tried to be casual, acting like nothing happened.
We just rushed to the checkout and paid for the lollipop and cereal, getting out as fast as our legs could carry us.
I knew all of this wasnâ€™t worth it just to get cereal. Yes, my sister does cause a lot of trouble. However, when she sets her mind to something, she always gets it done.