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to everyone when they told us that I waited too late to have another child. I don’t think my nerves are up to this. Every day while you’re at school or training it’s like…hell. I find myself counting down the hours, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds until your arrival. What mother does that? Hell, that’s the word I’m looking for.” Is she serious? I take a look at her deflated posture. I look over at Peanut who is sound asleep in her crib.
“I must admit that at first we truly were trying to teach you a lesson. That pretty much backfired.” She laughs at herself.
“You were so set on telling me off about not taking care of your sister and myself. Dad and I thought that by giving you more baby duties, you would realize that it wasn’t a piece of cake. I just don’t understand…how is it that she loves you more than her own mother? I...I don’t...I don’t understand!”
I did not interrupt moms’ explanation of why she and dad were handing over Peanut to me, a kid that just turned fifteen. All I knew is that it hurt my mom to her core that my sister seamed to not have a bond with her.
I walked over and sat on the bed with my mother. I wrap my arms around my moms’ shoulders and pulled her into the comfort of my arms. I cradle her as if she is the most precious of porcelain dolls. I’m fifteen now, six feet tall and one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle, from all my training. So, the comforting arms wrapped around my beloved, heartbroken mother are not those of an average kid, but of a man. My precious, precious, porcelain doll broke. She shattered into a million tiny pieces in my arms. I let her shatter, I let her break, and once she was done breaking, I carefully reassembled my beloved doll.
“Mom, don’t be sad. I don’t mind if Francis stay in my room for a while. We can set her room up this weekend if you like. Mom, look at me, please don’t be sad. I know you love me and believe me, Francis knows you and dad love her too.” My mother’s crying has slowed.
“She’s just a baby, it’ll get better - you’ll see. Hey, when she gets old enough to talk, walk, run, and kiss you every second of the day, you’ll be wishing that these days magically reappeared.” She chuckled and kissed me on the cheek.
“I hope so sweetie. I hope so!”
Peanut and I have been inseparable from that fateful day. I gladly took on the responsibility. As I said before, I thrived as a big brother. I love my sister with every ounce of my soul. She has solely owned my heart, lock, stock, and key since the day she was born…until now.
Chapter 7
(Chase Mitchell)
What a long weekend. I tried to consume myself with training and playing with Peanut, but that didn’t help. My thoughts kept traveling back to her – Amber Wallace. Yeah, she’s beautiful, but there is something that goes beyond looks and I want to be the person to figure out what that something is. There are so many questions. First, I never underestimate Peanut’s ability. When she begged me to take her to see Kinjy last Friday, I didn’t hesitate.
“Something is wrong Chase! I feel so much pain!” Peanut explained.
“Do you think someone hit him?”
Usually if I ask questions about what she’s feeling she can work through the issues better. Being this young and gifted, she doesn’t have the vocabulary to explain things correctly.
“I think someone hurt him, but I feel like he’s hurt in here.” She placed her small hands on my
“I must admit that at first we truly were trying to teach you a lesson. That pretty much backfired.” She laughs at herself.
“You were so set on telling me off about not taking care of your sister and myself. Dad and I thought that by giving you more baby duties, you would realize that it wasn’t a piece of cake. I just don’t understand…how is it that she loves you more than her own mother? I...I don’t...I don’t understand!”
I did not interrupt moms’ explanation of why she and dad were handing over Peanut to me, a kid that just turned fifteen. All I knew is that it hurt my mom to her core that my sister seamed to not have a bond with her.
I walked over and sat on the bed with my mother. I wrap my arms around my moms’ shoulders and pulled her into the comfort of my arms. I cradle her as if she is the most precious of porcelain dolls. I’m fifteen now, six feet tall and one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle, from all my training. So, the comforting arms wrapped around my beloved, heartbroken mother are not those of an average kid, but of a man. My precious, precious, porcelain doll broke. She shattered into a million tiny pieces in my arms. I let her shatter, I let her break, and once she was done breaking, I carefully reassembled my beloved doll.
“Mom, don’t be sad. I don’t mind if Francis stay in my room for a while. We can set her room up this weekend if you like. Mom, look at me, please don’t be sad. I know you love me and believe me, Francis knows you and dad love her too.” My mother’s crying has slowed.
“She’s just a baby, it’ll get better - you’ll see. Hey, when she gets old enough to talk, walk, run, and kiss you every second of the day, you’ll be wishing that these days magically reappeared.” She chuckled and kissed me on the cheek.
“I hope so sweetie. I hope so!”
Peanut and I have been inseparable from that fateful day. I gladly took on the responsibility. As I said before, I thrived as a big brother. I love my sister with every ounce of my soul. She has solely owned my heart, lock, stock, and key since the day she was born…until now.
Chapter 7
(Chase Mitchell)
What a long weekend. I tried to consume myself with training and playing with Peanut, but that didn’t help. My thoughts kept traveling back to her – Amber Wallace. Yeah, she’s beautiful, but there is something that goes beyond looks and I want to be the person to figure out what that something is. There are so many questions. First, I never underestimate Peanut’s ability. When she begged me to take her to see Kinjy last Friday, I didn’t hesitate.
“Something is wrong Chase! I feel so much pain!” Peanut explained.
“Do you think someone hit him?”
Usually if I ask questions about what she’s feeling she can work through the issues better. Being this young and gifted, she doesn’t have the vocabulary to explain things correctly.
“I think someone hurt him, but I feel like he’s hurt in here.” She placed her small hands on my
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