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Click here"Sylvie, Sylvie, we are going to meet the real Minnie Mouse!"
Of course, we knew Sylvie was aware of Minnie Mouse, but the thought of Disneyland was way above her fourteen month old intellect.
Each and every day of our vacation, we went at our own pace. Even with our little one using a stroller, Samantha had some physical limitations, which we were very aware of. Never did we overdue anything. She always would let us know if she was too tired.
We even figured out how to put both kids in the stroller, with Sylvie on big sister's lap. They both loved it.
After seven very exhausting days, we were all ready to go back home.
Both girls had several princess dresses, plus many souvenirs. Enough things to keep them busy for months.
It was easier for me returning to work, than our vacation was. That being said, we wouldn't have traded our week for anything.
During my first week back, I was handed a memo from one of the supervisors of the jail.
"Mr. Chase, we want to inform you that Xavier LeCroix was assaulted, again, last week, and did not survive. This incident is being investigated, but we are having trouble getting his fellow inmates to cooperate."
While not being shocked, I sat back and silently hope that worthless piece of shit suffered, greatly.
My wife told me she also was notified of her brother's death. She, too, wasn't overly saddened.
Its a terrible thing to have someone, even a jail inmate, die with not one person showing any emotion.
We both made it a point never to mention his name again.
With Samantha gaining more and more vocabulary, plus her starting a regular school program, we both couldn't be more proud.
With Sylvie being the most supportive little sister, our family was just another growing family in the greater Seattle area.
We had long since decided our two girls were more than enough, and one day while riding in our car, a certain song came on the radio, that I just had to song along to.
"Heard it from a friend who,
Heard it from a friend who.
Heard it from a friend you were messin' around."
- COMMENTS
bacchant22 months agoI enjoyed your story even tho some of the subject matter left a bad taste in the mouth. Glad you have the courage to write it.
mattenw5 months agoWow, I didn't expect such a deep story here. I'm pleased that this author doesn't shy away from sensitive topics such as mixed racist marriages, age differences between partners, or handicapped children. You did an excellent job. Thanks for that!
parenthesis5 months ago@jeff
Those anonymous e-mails suck don't they. Following my single effort at being an author, I actually had a badly spelled "wish you'd curl up and die" one, with an offer to aid my demise.
Kudos to yyfir sticking with it and churning out good quality stuff like this.
Thanks, I enjoyed it.
Justplainjeff5 months agoAuthorTo my ever so loyal readers, I can't thank you enough. Your comments make up for the emails from people without the backbone to sign their own name.
