My name is Jeff and recently, in between this fucking COVID stuff, my mom, Janet took me & my 18 year old twin sister, Ronda on a week's vacation to the Caribbean as a reward for graduating high school. She said we deserved it since dad had passed away six months ago and hoped the trip would also be a fresh start for all of us. The trip started out great. The hotel was fabulous and the room was terrific with a balcony overlooking the ocean. We had two bedrooms and two bathrooms as well.
We were there about three days when we were subjected to a Covid test. Then it happened. We were told mom tested positive and that we all had to leave the hotel and go to a government run hotel facility for those who tested positive for a five day quarantine.
Mom wasn't happy for sure. For all her complaining, we still were ushered into this dump of a hotel to spend the next five days. What made matters worse was that there was only one bedroom and one bathroom.
They didn't even let us take our clothes. They said they would be delivered to us once they cleaned them all up. This was a fucking disaster in the making. Ronda was on the verge of a melt down and mom kept apologizing to us. I was just fucking pissed off.
Finally, mom got us together and discussed the situation.
"Kids, I am so sorry for this. Maybe it won't be as bad as it looks."
I said, "Mom, there is nothing for us to do but look at each other."
My sister said, "In case you haven't noticed, there is only one bedroom."
"I know that kids, but we will have to make do with what we have. It won't be that bad."
Much later the phone rang and it was some bozo from the hotel telling us that our clothes were lost and that they are looking for them and as soon as they find them, they will be brought up to the room.
My mom lost it and started cursing and yelling. It took me awhile for me to calm her down from her hysterics.
Food was sent up and it was just about edible, but we ate it. We had no choice.
After we ate, mom said, "Well, we have no clothes, only what we have on and only one bedroom, so what do we do?"
I replied, "I can sleep on the floor and you two can sleep in the bed."
Ronda said, "I can't sleep in my dress."
Then mom replied, "Ok. Here is what we'll do. Ronda, you and I will sleep in the bed. We'll have to sleep in our bras and panties. Jeff, you'll sleep on the floor in your underwear. That's the best that I can think of."
Ronda said, "I can't sleep in my bra."
Mom yelled, "Ronda, sleep naked for all I care. We have to make the best of it."
So, the first night was dreadful. I had to sleep on the floor in my underwear. Mom slept in bed wearing her bra and panties and my darling sister slept in bed with mom without wearing a bra.
The morning was another joke. Three of trying to use the one bathroom and trying to take showers.
Breakfast, if you can call it that, was sent up. Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to do. Then the phone rang. It was someone from the desk informing my mother that they still could not find our clothes but they would keep looking.
When mom got off the phone she said, "The fucking hotel lost all of our clothes."
My sister said, "So now what do we do?"
Mom looked at us and replied, "I just don't know...I don't know."
For the next half hour we all sat in disbelief and wondered what we were going to do.