*You should read the first two parts if you haven’t already. The link to both can be found in the comment section.*
# My First 69
I was usually a pretty good kid. I did as I was told, remembered my manners and stayed out of trouble. But as I sat there, slumped into the couch with my arms crossed and an angry pout on my face, I was feeling ready to throw a full-blown tantrum.
“What’s up with you, squirt?” Joe asked as he entered the living room, handing my mom a cup of coffee.
“She’s sulking because-”
“I’M NOT SULKING!” I protested.
My mother glared at me for a moment before continuing. “She’s sulking because she doesn’t want to come with us up to your parents’ for the weekend.”
“Billy’s staying here.” I argued.
“Billy has to look after the farm.” I opened my mouth but mom already knew what was coming. “And no, you can’t stay with him.”
She sighed and sat down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m glad you love having a big brother so much, I really am. But you’ve been spending almost every spare moment with him and I think you forget that Billy’s a little older than you.”