Abbie Wightwick: "We are the epitome of the dysfunctional family"
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This is the condensation of the dysfunctional family, everyone in separate rooms staring at a screen. All we emergency now is for their father to come home with his obsessive tweeting.
“Somebody represent to me,” I whine from the hall. “Is there anyone there? Helloooooo.”
Talking to myself has become a enigma recently. I live with four other people but they prefer to communicate online, on a phone or on a screen.
“Helloooooo,” I squall again, in what I hope is my most annoying tone.
Moments later I regret it. The bull's-eye one rushes out of the room where she’s been holed up on Skype.
“I hate you,” she screams, grabbing the DS from her sister.
“You sold my pet dog.”
“I didn’t, I gave it to the kennel,” smirks her sister.
I have no impression what they’re on about but at last, someone is interacting. I leave them killing each other (surely more natural than staring at a wall?) and go to check on my son.
Source: WalesOnline