Family Tree

Five Kids Later

Roselia------>

I USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE DONT HURT ME

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I've always been slightly out of the ordinary.

My whole life I've tried to get out of that cookie cutter mold and do things my own way, and my own way is planned, orderly, and calculated. Wow, sorry, that sounds the exact definition of cookie cutter, but anyway, as I was saying.

People always seem to base success off of who you marry, how much you make, and how big your house is when that's not the case at all.

I was always a person who knew what I wanted to do then I did it, there were no buts or ifs. No maybes or I cants. And that's probably how I got into this position.

"MOMMY!" A squeal snapped me out of my thoughts and my head popped up from the pile of permission slips and paperwork I was filling out.  I knew the house was too quiet.

"What is it Rose?" I asked as my third oldest stomped in the room with a frown.

"Andy-roo took my camera!" She whined, a pout covering her face as she looked up at me with expectant caramel eyes, arms crossed. Her Italian accent was almost unnoticeable but the slight curl to her words was still there.  

"Why did he do that?" I asked in a confused voice although I didn't doubt for one second that it was true.

"I don't know, he just did." She pouted.

"Are you sure you don't know?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep my smirk contained. If I knew anything it was that the girl in a white tank top and blue skirt in front of me could be evil at times.

Her caramel eyes widened and she adverts her gaze to a family photo on the wall by my desk.

"I don't! I was walking by his room when I stopped in and took a picture of him when he tickled me and held my camera above his fat head!" She recounted, twirling her honey golden hair around her finger.

I raised my eyebrow and smiled slightly but got up and followed her through the house and up the stairs where the bedrooms were.

Upon reaching a light blue door, I knocked twice and stepped back.

"Come in." I heard my oldest say innocently just before the door was opened by a little red-headed boy with freckles.

"Momma!" He squealed, running into my arms and laughing as I scooped him up.

"Hey Ernie baby, how are you?" I said slowly and he furrowed his little brows together as he thought about what I had said.

"I...is....good!" He exclaimed in a heavy German accent, looking up at me with a proud smile on his face after he was done.

"Very good Ernie baby!" I made sure to keep my tone light but my voice clear, his English was still pretty shaky although he's getting much much better. 

Putting him down I told him to go play before looking at my oldest who was laying innocently on his bed looking through a Splash magazine.

The boys' room was painted a light green with double bunk beds with a slide going down from the top bunks. A desk sat with a computer next to the window and the hardwood floor was covered with a rug. In one corner there was a pile of toys and a few play sets and in the other there was several beanbags surrounded by bookshelves.

The door to the bathroom, along with most of the other walls, were covered with posters of famous swimmers or celebrities.

When my eyes landed on Andrew, my 16 year old troublemaker, he shot me his winning smile but I could see the mischievous glint in his eye.