The First

A Perfect Family

"This little pinkie, went to the market!" He sang to his grand children, as they grabbed his fingers, and laughed at how he sang his song. Some of them looked younger than their age, and some of them looked older than their age.

He laughed, heartily he carried the youngest one, up high in the air. She was his favorite. He looked just like his daughter, the smile, her eyes. He remembered tossing his own daughter, up in the air like that.

Unfortunately, she was long gone now. She'll never come back. Her husband, was the only one there, to take care of the kids. Whenever they asked him, "Daddy, where's Mommy?" he would always pretend he never heard, and just start talking to the other kids.

Their Mom died, in a murder, which no longer was a mystery. It was her husband's brother, which he was sent to jail, because he felt the need to get revenge on his brother, for being better, smarter, likable, and friendlier. He didn't think he still deserved a wife as nice, and gorgeous as that, so he simply... stabbed her a few times on the chest-- maybe about twelve times-- and ran away, with no explanation.

"Toby!"

The old man snapped back to reality. "Yes, son?" he said in quick response. He's been calling his son-in-law, that for a while now. Son. he had a bit of an accent that made him seem like a wise, cool dude, that also looks like a happy grandpa. Basically, Gandalf.

"You were staring into the distance there. The kids even called me, I think they thought it was creepy." His son-in-law said.

Toby, the old man, looked at him for a while, "Sorry, about that kids. Let's go eat breakfast!" He hurried the kids to the dining room, which was easy because they were racing each other, of whoever is going to sit with who.

The dining room was as grand as any other room in his mansion. "Newie!" One child said at the top of his lungs.

The maid rushed in to the dining room, "Yes, little one?" She said with a delightful smile on her face. She never got tired of her job as being a house maid... she loved the children almost as much as their father did, and she loved to watch them grow!

The child babbled something only other little kids understood, but Nelly, the maid, understood it perfectly. "Of course, my child! I apologize for my mistake! I will get these blueberries off of your pancake."

"Thank you, Newie." The child thanked her, but before she could turn around with a little plate with syrupy blueberries, the child exclaimed, "Stwabewies!"

The maid jumped, and nodded to the child. She hurried to the kitchen where, the chef prepared supper already.

As you may have noticed it was a big family, in a big house, with a lot of children. Everyone had their own seats in the house. Which meant no extra seats. Everyone had their place, too. The eldest one, which was twelve-years-old, held her phone in her pocket at all times, and was pretty much responsible for the kids when no adult was around, but she mostly paid attention to her phone. Every children in the middle, which was up to eight to ten-years-old, played with each other, talked to each other, and sometimes even played on their tablet or phones with each other when it was video game time. And the youngest, which was five-years-old, held most of people's attentions, was more similar to her Mother, and was basically hated by the eldest one. The father, had an equal time, which he spend it with his kids and in his job, whenever the kids called him Johnny he would tickle them, and end up buying them ice cream. The grandpa, made this happiness happen, he gave each kid an equal amount of attention, and you wouldn't feel awkward around him in a family reunion. The mother was gone, but it was bearable, she was always with them, and they knew that, which brought calmness to the family.

It was a perfect family, until a knock came and the word "perfect" in "perfect family," just ran away.