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Tyson is a firecracker with hair that sings and eyes that lure the most anxious passerby.He is a tag-along brother. He follows Kelsey everywhere she goes. At eight years old, you’d think the kid had his own friends with which to play, but he dotes on his big sister fiercely.
The day Kelsey went digging for her origin, he told her what he heard his parents discussing.
“Mommy said to Daddy, ‘If she ever finds out from anyone else, we’ll have Hell on our hands.’ Oops! Sorry, Kels. I cussed.”
“You did, little buddy. And that’s all right. So, they said I’m adopted, huh? That’s what you heard?”
“It’s what I heard.”
Taking in this newfound knowledge, Kelsey wraps it up in her mind and saves it for the day of confrontation. Someone is going to tell her the truth.
Thyrie (pronounced “Theory”) Torie-Devon, my youngest nephew, says “Hello.”
My brother TJ sent the above video to me last night, and I couldn’t help but to smile while viewing it. Thyrie sounds like a grown man and is my little “Uncle Grandpa.”
He’s only two years old yet one would think, upon hearing his voice, he’s older.
I haven’t seen him in person, yet. With them living in Jacksonville, Florida, that distance is a bit of a hike for me. But my brother and I agreed last night, we’ll have to make some time next year for us to all hang out together.
And honestly, I can’t wait for that to happen. It’ll have to be early spring or in autumn because I DO NOT do the deep South in the summer months. No, thank you!
I hope this video put a smile on your face just as it did mine.
Happy Sunday!
**Special thanks to my kiddo brother, TJ, for giving me permission to share this video.
This poem was inspired by a conversation one of my younger brothers and I had. He recently had his heart broken after not getting his act together to help propel his relationship forward.
This young lady meant so much to him; the first I’ve ever known to have him actually question his makeup/character, and try to figure out why he can’t seem to do this love thing the right way.
It’s only been about a full week, and he’s already found a therapist, is reflecting on what he could have changed & could have done right, and is looking deeper into himself and facing the nasty truth of it all.
And in all honesty, to me, this needed to happen, because as an older sibling, one gets tired of talking sense into their younger siblings until they’re blue in the face.
And I’m proud of him for taking all these steps toward betterment. Sometimes, we need to get that one heartbreak to set us on the straight and narrow for future relationships.
I’m prayerful this will be a journey he will not forget anytime soon.
Lemuel’s eyes are fixed on the broken sky. His big sister Cassie is planning to sneak out again tonight. This will be the fifth night in a row. Lemuel is not a snitch, but he’s been itching to get Cassie into trouble since she ratted him out for eating the last thin crust pizza, their Mom’s favorite. This behavior is not what he expects from Cassie, she’s never jumped ship on a “babysitting” gig before. Although Lemuel was thirteen and could practically fend for himself, he was blind. Their parents depended on Cassie to make sure Lemuel’s well-being was positively maintained.
“I’ll be back. I put some leftover barbecue chicken in the oven for you. The timer is set for thirty minutes. I’ve heated up the mashed potatoes and the spinach only needs two minutes in the microwave. Don’t forget to take the aluminum cover off this time, Lemuel. For God’s sake, just don’t.”
Lemuel nodded in his sister’s direction and did not utter a word. The timer dinged, signifying the sweet morsels of honey-glazed barbecue chicken and Lemuel skirted his way into the kitchen. In the dark, dank, confines of the tiny space, he could hear soft whispers,
“Tattletales go to Hell.”
Lemuel ignored the whispers, surely he needed rest. He devoured his dinner, remembering to remove the aluminum cover on the spinach. Before he could swallow the last bite, he heard the chant once more. This time, it filled the walls and filled the cracks in the floor. Lemuel’s parents came barging in the door, one after the other. Lemuel couldn’t wait to let them know about Cassie leaving every night this week when she was supposed to be overseeing his care.
The voices grew louder and louder. Lemuel’s parents gazed at the boy, finally believing his days were numbered. “Cassie isn’t here. I don’t know where she is. And, she’s been leaving every night this week.” He felt a sense of pride revealing his sister’s secret.
“Tattletales go to Hell.”
Lemuel pointed to nowhere in particular as the voices grew louder and louder. He smiled in his parents’ direction and bit down lightly on his tongue before opening his mouth.
“Cassie, she’s been…”
Thunder roared, the floor in their kitchen shook, and hands erupted from beneath Lemuel and his legs were the first to disappear. The souls pulled Lemuel under while his parents watched him sink in a fiery heap.
At that very moment, Cassie walked in. The only thing she could think to say was,
A Cornered Gurl 
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