(family characteristic and name adapted from the book we were liars)
I am a sinclair but only by name. I grew up knowing nothing but the sinclairs are great, smart, perfectionists, always looked up to – atleast that’s what everyone around me then told me. Grandfathers and their heirs as mayors and governors while grandmothers and daughters looked over the old porch that oversees the church and the city while cooling themselves with a specially made hand-held fan. Grandfather and grandmother bore 10 children – 3 boys and 7 girls. The sinclair family grew older, leaving 10 heirs and cousins responsible for the political dynasty of the city. The eldest, took over the city and practically raised the whole sinclair family after grandfather died. Hard work paid off and everyone in the sinclair family grew successful, atleast most, who bore children of their own.
A normal feast or gathering of the sinclairs consists of both laughter and smearing. Let me tell you about the laughter part, the good part. You arrive with food and stories for everyone and jokes to tell. They tell you what a good idea it is to plan a vacation as a family while you take a bite of the softest and tastiest steak you could ever taste. Then they start to notice the clothes you wear, the shoes you wear, and even the hair you wear. This is where the smearing comes in. They start to compare you with your other cousins starting from clothes, to the color of your skin, and to how she managed to keep her grades up all 4 years of high school and even graduating with honors while you didn’t. Then they start to dictate how you should live your life even to the point of choosing who you should spend your life with and whom not to. Those who get to dictate are the ones rich enough to do so because they will make you feel like you owe everything to them because they help you financially. And those sinclairs who have lesser millions than they do, have no choice but to submit and agree.
One sinclair who bore a child from a 2nd husband, is much uglier and less intelligent than all the other sinclairs is the favorite topic of all when it comes to backstabbing and making jokes of. Whenever there are gatherings, he is often made fun of and never included in dances and formal gatherings that require the display of natural beauty and etiquette. The sinclairs believe that white is always beautiful, better than the real color hiding under their skin that have been pressed and injected a hundred times by the dermatological doctor.
The sinclairs fight over who gets the bigger part of the land grandfather left for the family. They judge those who have dreams of being a lawyer and tells them they cannot be a lawyer someday because you are just not good enough. They will always make you feel underdressed every time you go to a party with them, no matter what you wear.
The sinclairs are like Trompe-l’œil, the art that makes you believe something is so beautiful, something very real only to find out it is nothing but ordinary, something two dimensional and not three. It lures you at first into believing that this is the best family and the most superior and all knowing family. They make you believe that what they want is to make your life better but in reality, all they care for are themselves. The sinclairs fight over who gets the bigger part of the land grandfather left for the family. They judge those who have dreams of being a lawyer and tell them they cannot be a lawyer someday because you are just not good enough. They will always make you feel underdressed every time you go to a party with them, no matter what you wear.
The sinclairs are ostentatious like a louis vuitton bag that is designed to impress and nothing but pretentious. And they never stop. The sinclairs will forever be sinclairs.