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Going to Chruch
Okay, it's Sunday morning. Mom wakes us up at what seems to be the crack of dawn. I am still tired, but what can you do? In my 10 years of life I have learned an important fact: 'When Mom says get up, you get up' I stumble to the bathroom and brush my teeth. My brother Rashaan is already downstairs, so he must have smelled some food.
I hate getting up on Sundays, but one thing i'm loving is breakfast. Mom really put her foot
in it this time. Waffles, Cheese eggs, bacon, sausage, cinnamon toast...need I go on? I get
to the table, and Rashaan is grubbin'! His face is down in a plate full of food and all I
hear are slurp and grunts. My father is sitting near the window, looking at the newspaper.
As I drag myself to my chair, he hands me the comics section, my favorite.

After breakfast, Rashaan and I are rushed to our room by my Mother with orders to be ready for church in 30 minutes. I go to my closet and pull out my slacks. Mom ironed all of our
clothes for us last night, as usual. I put on all of my clothes, but cannot find my tie. I
search my dresser and my closet, but it's not there.
"Lookin for this homie?" said Rashaan. I turn around and he's got it clipped to the front of his t-shirt. "Man, when you gonna get a real tie. I stopped wearing these when I was 7." Rashaan is now
13, but acts like thinks he's 20 "You gotta get some style, like your big brother."
Rashaan
had told mom that he wanted to dress himself. This would be the first time he did this for chruch. He had on Burgandy slacks and a green shirt with a short collar. He wore brown shoes with it.

"Rashaan, you sure you wanna wear that?" I asked. "You look kind of stupid" "What do you know, Mr. clip on!" he yelled back. "Oh well, see you downstairs."
I waited on the sofa for Rashaan and Mom to come down. Mom had on her black suit and a scarf
and was looking like a professional woman. Then she put on a smooth black hat, and that look went straight to chruch! "You look like a preacher, Mom!" I said. "Thanks, Charlie. Where's your
brother?" she asked. "He's upstairs, trying to get his colors straight."

At that moment Rashaan came running down the stairs "I'm ready to go!" he said. "Go where? To
the circus? Didn't anyone tell you how to match colors? Burgandy and Brown and Green do not go together, boy! Get upstairs and put on a white shirt and some black shoes and pants. I already have them ironed for you on my bed!" said Mom.

She always had a way of knowing how things would end up.