Mashed potato madness

Once upon a time, there was a family that lived in the realm of nowhere. A family of six, composed of four boys and their parents. At the time of the tropical storm, the family was in Hawaii—casually soaking up the sun, eating hotdogs, you know, vacation things. Suddenly, the sky turned really dark, like the family’s future. The storm killed the whole island, leaving the family with nothing and no one to love.

It all started twelve years earlier. Before, there was a young couple named Martha and Ben in their mid-20s, utterly in love. One envisioned their career to be a singer, the other a doctor, but their passions were ruined by a child. Funny thing is, it wasn’t just one—Martha ended up having quadruplets.

All throughout the pregnancy, Martha displayed different emotions. A major emotion that was bothering her was the feeling of guilt. Martha and Ben had taken a break for a short period of time to figure out if they should be together. During this time, Martha was flirting with one of her close friends, who might have also been close to Ben.

As more time passed, Martha couldn’t see herself telling her boyfriend she had slept with his close friend and that the baby wasn’t his. In the middle of the night, Martha awoke with the feeling of her heart pumping nonstop. Hysterical and afraid, she woke Ben, screaming, “I’m in so much pain!!!” Ben, still half asleep, shrugged and tried to go back to sleep, but Martha persisted until he woke up.

Ben only thought of one idea: take her to the hospital. When they arrived, Martha immediately received treatment. She was told that she would have to give birth to the baby on the spot or the baby would die. Shocked, Martha called in her boyfriend Ben and told him the shocking news before the “delivery.”

“I’m so sorry, Ben, that I waited so long to tell you this, but there’s a possibility that the baby isn’t yours.”

“How?? Martha, that isn’t possible.”

“Well, when we took a break, I slept with your close friend.”

“I can’t believe you, Martha. I wasn’t doing anything but taking time away from us and reflecting on our breakup.”

Suddenly, the room filled with a warm gust of air flowing on Martha’s shoulders. The midnight sky disappeared, and what was left was the glistening morning sun. As Martha looked outside, she could hear chirping birds and no longer felt that weird sensation anymore.

The doctor burst in with a grin on his face, saying, “Martha, it was all a misunderstanding. You’re going to be fine, and you’re having quadruplets.”

“What! Can you repeat that again, doc? I thought you said I’m having quadruplets—that’s scary.”

“Yes, Martha, that is exactly what I said.”

In that instant, Martha was relieved that she didn’t have to give birth on the spot, but was astonished by the news she was told.

Eventually, Ben forgave Martha and raised the quadruplets like his very own.

Six years later, Martha gave birth to four handsome boys named Chris, Steven, Koby, and David.

One piping hot day, Koby went out to take a jog around the park. When he arrived back home, he dug into the kitchen contemplating what to eat. Not satisfied with his options, Koby begged Martha to make something. Agitated, Martha stumbled for the fastest thing she could make.

“Hmmm, so what should I make?”

“Let me see… mashed potatoes and chicken it is.”

While Martha was preparing the chicken, her son Koby came into the kitchen and placed his finger into the powder for the mashed potatoes. Doing so let numerous drops of sweat fall into the mashed potatoes.

When dinner was ready, everybody began to eat. There were screeches let out and an uproar of throwing up. Out of everyone, Koby didn’t seem to face any effects. Martha began to hurl nonstop, thinking of exercising. Ben was the only one who got up doing lunges, push-ups—any physical activity you can think of.

The three other boys were jogging outside and swimming until their arms and legs gave out.

Six years later, for vacation, the family flew out to Hawaii with the hope of spending quality time together. Little did they know a tropical storm was approaching. The family couldn’t receive any service to watch the news or use their phones.

Four days later, Hawaii was hit with violent winds that knocked down everything and everyone in its presence. The tropical wind ended up killing thousands and wrecking houses. Even though they were still standing, their house was ripped from the roots. They had nowhere to go, no one to love other than themselves.