Thomas Jefferson's Letter To Her Sister

“Hahah, ohhh, geez! Kid, go home. Your parents probably won’t want you running away to a twenty-five year old man.” He chuckled, looking down at Simon. Simon tilted his head, a bit confused.

“What do you mean again! I thought you said that you just needed a new one because you were old.”

“I don’t know. I guess I just believe in the same things as the government does, that you just cannot make good decisions when you are young, and we are hardly adults yet! You’re just making my point!”

“Look at me.” With a gentle nudge, he tilted her face back toward him. “You and Wallace are all I need. If we have more children, wonderful. If not, I am perfectly satisfied with the two of you.”

“Why can’t I just live my own life, alone. I’m an adult!” I groaned. “No, you are not actually, you are only sixteen. That may seem old, but you are not responsible enough yet.” The man reasoned

“Don’t get butthurt!” A young friend and I were waiting for a show (play) to start, and she said this to me in response to some irritable comment I’d made to her. Now, I’m in my 30s, and my friend (who is actually a part of my extended family), is not yet 20.

“No, Mace, I can help you. Trust me. Please,” I begged. “All of my life, I have been shadowed by your achievements. You were always better at everything and were Mom and Dad’s favourite child . . . but that’s gonna change soon,” he

Lucille loved her brother more than life itself and she'd do anything to ensure he stayed with her. She would do anything he asked of her, even if what he wanted would get her into trouble. He was much the same in that aspect. Thomas was always looking to please

“Mom,” I said as I let out an exasperated sigh. “Trust me - I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m fifteen now! I’m not a little kid anymore.”

"He's 10 years old," Omar cut in, he always had a habit of doing that. "I remember when you were 10 and you broke your arm my jumping off the roof."

"Lisa, you always want to keep me happy and I want you to spread your butt open for dad to penetrate you. That's fine right?" David evilly ask his sister.

     "Ye don't know what yer mother or father were like,"      "I wonder who's fault that is,"      "Shut yer damn trap, kid. Yer sixteen and couldn't possibly understand the situation if ye keep such a cynical mind!" He snapped back at me.

She is hit by a shock but keeps quiet. Later she thinks of the way Uncle Mikael had watched Tommy “It was his stillness that had made me turn”

answer. “Don’t worry about him,” grandma says as she helps me bring our 2 plates over to the table, “he’s just frustrated and embarrassed because his little sister is going to be in the same grade as him.” She smirks at me, and I can’t help but smile and chuckle back. Being a child grandma meant that not only do I look like a grandma, but I also have the knowledge and wisdom of an 80 year

The sweat was coursing down my face and neck and my fingers started moving of their own accord. Before I knew it, my fingers snatched up the glass of water and I quickly gulped the water down. I put the cup down, startled, to see my mother’s disapproving expression. “You’re going to get sick, just you watch.”