Thomas Jefferson's Letter To Her Sister

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

“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.

“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!”

“I feel excited, mostly, but I’m nervous about the changes. I am not sure you’ll be pleased with one of my suggestions.”

“No, you are not actually, you are only sixteen. That may seem old, but you are not responsible enough yet.” The man reasoned

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.

"Your father want me to give this you when you're older. Too bad he's not alive to see you grow up, but I'm sure he's proud of you son."

“Your back,” Tina said moving to him. His alarmed look turned into confusion. When she got to him, she grabbed his arm and turned him so she could see. Up and down his back, she saw claw marks. “Oh boy! I wouldn’t take my shirt off in front of people for a while if I were you.”

“Actually, I think that I’m older than you. I saw you twenty years ago, and I’m pretty sure that you looked the same. I was just wondering whether you were two or three hundred. You don’t look much older than that.”

“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

“I still don’t think this is a good idea, Caroline.” My father says in a grouchy disapproving tone. My mother rolls her eyes at him and smooths out her skirt before responding in her high pitched voice.

MICHAEL: Oh cool it you two, you guys never act your age! Sometimes I think you all are just oversized toddlers.

“Though, I can see you’re doing a lot of that right now.” He eyed her position and chuckled darkly. Clary turned away from him and closed her eyes, choosing to ignore his presence. “We don’t have to of course,” he continued. “Though, I will have to tell father your stubbornness is showing again, and I know for a fact he isn’t in a good mood today.”

“You will deal with it!” My dad screamed. He had a few choice words for me because I wasn’t thrilled about my mom being pregnant. I mean what 11-year-old would be ecstatic about having a baby in the house when they already have a younger sister that torments them every day?

"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."