Caution: You might want to finish your dinner before reading this. Just saying. :)

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It is dark. 2:50a.m. ish. Upstairs, my mom is cleaning the bathroom and downstairs, my dad is working on his computer. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful.
For now, at least.
I am just about to drift off into a deep sleep up on our top bunk bed. Rachel and Elena (my sisters) are below me.
All of sudden multiple sounds are heard. Disturbing sounds. Violent sounds. Sounds of someone leaping out of bed, simultaneously running and crying, and finally, the sound of something hitting the floor.
Let me restate this more clearly. A leap from a bed, a cry, and a sound of someone running almost as fast as anyone does in the Olympics, to the bathroom but not quite making it. Cough. Sputter. Splash. Thud.
Aforesaid are the sounds that are nonetheless described as—someone throwing up!
Yep. But who?
Rachel.
By this time, our household is no longer calm, peaceful, and “in harmony”.
Cries from my mom can be heard as she calls out urgently to my dad half in Chinese and the other half in English, “Get a container! Rachel is throwing up!”
Now I am fully awake. Elena is crying below me. My dad comes into our room and basically drags Elena out into the hallway—where Rachel is.
My dear readers, I know you are all thinking right now, “What? Why can’t he just leave Elena on her bed? Now she might step in the wrong place!” But no, Rachel had been throwing up while she was racing to the bathroom; leaving a “trail” from the bed through the room, and into the hallway.
You see, it was actually more suitable for Elena to be in the lighted hallway than in our unlighted room.
Now…where were we? Oh, right.
My dad drags Elena to the hallway and by this time, Elena is howling. Then again, unmistakable sounds of—cough, sputter, splash, thud, cough,…
Rachel and Elena are throwing up at the same time! (Note the word “same”)
It is a mess. My mom and dad are now working side by side bringing out the soap, mops, towels, containers,… to clean up this—this glop.
I climb down from my bed cautiously; watching where I step. My stomach begins to feel unsettled as if there were butterflies in it.
“This is making me nervous,” I tell my parents. “It’s just so weird that Rachel and Elena threw up at the same time!”
My dad just chuckles.
Rachel, Elena, and I sit down on the couch in the living room. (It is now 3:00a.m.)
My mom gives a container to each of us in case we need to "you-know-what" again.
Lord, please let me not throw up.
But guess what, I did.
But back to the story.
It is horrible as I am once again reunited with the familiar feelings of throwing up—the wave of nausea sweeping over me, the foul tastes in my mouth, the choking, the inability to breathe as the food (that should have stayed inside) forced itself up, and oh, the ghastly colors!
Ugh.
I feel much, much better now that the foul deed is done.
You are thinking right now, “Good, Lucy is better now, end of story, and now I can get back my homework.”
Nope. For I had done a very silly thing—I drank some water.
After watching Elena and Rachel throw up once more, again, I felt queasy.
If they threw up water, why not me?
I throw up again. This time, water.
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To make the long story short, we stayed up long enough to hear the garbage truck roll down the street (about 4:00a.m.). My mom decided it was wise that Rachel, Elena, and I slept separately. So, I ended up on the couch, Rachel, in our room, and Elena, in the toddler bed that was in my parents’ room. Oh and yes, we are now feeling much better (After a whole day of sleeping the next day. Well, at least I did. (And I am not exaggerating.) .
We will never know what caused this sudden sickness to occur. Maybe it was because we had too much excitement when our friends, Abigail and Mary came over to play. Or maybe it was because we had eaten ”Law Bok Go” and “Lean Go” (if you are Chinese, say that out loud and you will know what I am talking about) at ten thirty that night. We will never know for sure. I think it was because we ate so late. But my dad disagrees.
Right now is Tuesday, the 31st of January, and tomorrow, I am ready to dive headfirst back into my studying. Well, are you?