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Noise. There was always noise in their small apartment. The apartment was too small for their family, and with the other members of their family filing in for dinner it was even smaller, somehow. Isadora had gotten lucky though. She had her own bedroom. That was what happened when the only other sibling you had was four years older than you and a boy. By the time the twins came along she was already nine and her mom thought it would be cruel to make her share her room when so much was already changing for her.
When she was in her room the noise seemed to dim. It didn’t really get quieter, it just became less obvious over the other noise that she let in. Isadora had her window open as often as she could; the cool air would blow into her room, giving her a breath of fresh air, and the noise from the main area of the city that was just a few streets over flooded into her room and blocked out the noise from her family. On top of that, she had music playing as much as possible. It played it all night and all day when she had any say in it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her family’s noise, it was just harder to focus with them all yelling and laughing than it was to focus with white noise.
It was Thanksgiving, which for some reason had become a big deal in their house. She didn’t quite understand the hype, but she didn’t question it either. It was fairly early in the day and the noise from the parade, though quieter than it was on television, still echoed through her room. It was only a matter of time before her mother came and knocked on her door. Her mom always made her help with cooking, but she didn’t particularly mind. She’d been cooking for about four years now, and she was pretty good at it. Plus helping cook every day gave her time with her mom that she didn’t get otherwise. Their family was busy and unless you had a reason to get the attention of their mom or dad, you just tried to stay out of the way. Cooking was their bonding activity.
Isadora heard a light knock on her door, followed by her mom peaking her head inside the room. “Wanna come help me?” she asked with a smile. Isadora nodded, standing up from her bed and going to the door. She liked how her mom always asked, like she was actually going to let Isadora say no. It was kind of amusing to her, if she were honest.
The small brunette joined her noisy family in the kitchen. The parade was much louder now that she could hear it on the television. The football game could be heard on the smaller television in the dining room, the men huddled around it while the other children laid, stretched out, over the couches and chairs watching the parade on the main television. Her brother sat by her dad, trying to seem interested in the game because he knew their dad wanted him to be. Cohen was playing with a toy by the couch and Thea was watching the parade intensely. She couldn’t help but smile at her family. While Isadora got annoyed with them more often than not, she loved him more than anything and she knew she was so lucky.
“Are you coming?” her mom yelled at her from the kitchen.
Isadora turned and walked into the kitchen, joining her mom and two aunts and grandma. “Of course,” she smiled, jumping in and joining them right away.