My Fat Little Sister

“Sis, I can’t get my jeans zipper up” I looked over to see my younger 10 year old sister holding the zipper of her jeans with a hopeless look on her face. It was obvious that the zipper wasn’t going to budge. Her belly stuck out hung over the top of her jeans on all sides .
“Well you have been eating a lot lately. Come on. “ I grabbed her hand. “Lets see if you have something besides stretch pants that will fit.”
We walked up the stairs and into her bed room. I started sifting through her closet as she sat down and pulled out a half empty box of cookies from under her bed.  “You know, if you keep eating, you are just going to get fatter.” She just shrugged. I pulled out a yellow dress “Here try this on.” She pulled the dress over her head and struggles to get it over her belly. “It’s on” she smiled. “Can we go get me some new clothes at the mall and stop by the food court?”
“You know all this eating is why your pants don’t fit right?”
“Yeah, but I like my belly and I’m starving!! Pleaaaasssseee”
“Alright alright. Fine. Let’s go okay.” We both went downstairs my sisters belly bouncing all the way. In the car, her seatbelt dug into her belly which was resting on her lap. She really is getting fat I thought. Maybe the food court was a bad idea.
We finished the shopping quickly and headed to the food court. I gave her some money and went off to get my own food. I was already at the table when my sister waddled her way over with her tray carrying enough food for two people.
“Sis, are you going to be able to eat all of that? Isn’t it a bit much?” I stared at the large milkshake and soda, the double cheese burger with extra cheese, the large fries, the chicken nuggets, and the three big cookies and bag of chips with wide eyes. There was no way she could finish all of that, right?
Her mouth formed a huge grin as if to say “watch me!” so I watched. I also watched the seams of the dress start to pull apart. I wanted to stop her..but at the moment I was too stunned. Then it happened. The seam on the side of her dress broke. I expected her to get upset and even start crying but it was like she didn’t even notice it.
“Sis!” I clapped my hands in front of her face, surprised she jumped and then looked up at me confused. “I think you need to stop now. Your dress is ripping. You’ve had enough.”
She lifted her arm and looked at the hole in her dress before shrugging. “It’s not that big and I’m still really hungry. Please sis, buy me some more fries and another cheese burger….Pleeeeeaaasssee.” She begged staring me down with major puppy dog eyes. I started to protest but she looked like she was going to start crying. I’ve always been a sucker when it comes to keeping her from crying and she probably knows that too. I gave in. While standing in line I tried to count in my head how many calories she had just eaten. The milkshake was probably 900 at least. The fries were probably around 500 to 600 calories and the soda was probably around 200 or 300. How much did that make? 1600 is almost a whole days worth of calories! Then the cheeseburger was probably around 500 and the nuggets around 300 or 400. The cookies were 300 each at least. That makes 3000 calories and then 4000 with another thing of fries and a cheeseburger!!! Was my estimating wrong? It had to be. I carried the food back to the table where she sat with her eyes closed and her hands on her swollen belly.
“Here sis. I got you another soda too.” I handed her the tray. She was eating much slower now and I could see the hole had widened further. I realized I probably should have grabbed her a water instead. She didn’t need anymore calories. She was so full her breath was shallow and she almost looked like she was in pain.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked as I put the trays away. She shook her head.
“I don’t……think…..I can stand right now.” She said between breaths. I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just sat back down and waited for her to be ready. Finally after about 15 minutes she stood up. It was a slow walk back to the car. She panted the whole way and had to rest on a bench half way there. It was rather disturbing but I didn’t have the heart to tell her that. Once we got home I helped her to her bedroom and tucked her in.
I was surprised when she sat down at the dinner table with a large helping of cheesy lasagna and three pieces of garlic bread. I figured she would fake sick or at least have a small dinner. She gobbled it up as if she hadn’t eaten all day and went back for seconds after our father left the kitchen. She drank three glasses of 2% chocolate milk and a soda. I finished my dinner and grabbed a small piece of cake from the fridge and a scoop of ice cream.
“Sis..bring me some too..!” she groaned.
“How on earth can you still be hungry!!!!!!” I blurted out in shock “You’re being a pig!”. For a moment my younger sister just stared at me. Then she chuckled.
“Perhaps I am a pig” she grinned “please bring me the rest of the cake and ice cream. Pleeeaaasssee.”
I sighed. Her belly was sticking out of her shirt and her breath was shallow just as it had been earlier. I couldn’t believe there was room for any more. I knew I shouldn’t give her any more food but the look on her face was hard to resist. It wasn’t really my place to tell her no anyway. I shrugged. It’s  her life. “Alright, do you want something more to drink as well?”
“Chocolate milk please! Thank you sis!”
I gave her the cake and ice cream with the glass of milk  and sat down across from her staring as she took bite after bite of the food. I wonder how many calories she had all day. It was certainly enough to gain two pounds. I finished up and left.
A week later
“Sis can you take me to the grocery store and buy me food?” my sister asked from the kitchen.
“How much food?” I asked wearily. I was sure it would be a lot.
“I don’t know. A lot of it!” came her excited reply. I sighed.
“Alright, lets go……”