"I wanna goooo on the ferris wheeeel, Jo Jo," My little brat-of-a-sister whines. "I gotta go noooww or else I'm gonna tell Dad you didn't let meeee."
Yeah. This was going to be great.
"Chill it Brianna. I'll get you on the Ferris wheel," I say, clearly annoyed. Geez. I thought fairs were supposed to be fun.
Not when you were the one who was in charge of babysitting your little sister, I guess. I know I should be grateful and all that I get to spend time with her because of the illness. Brianna has Menkes Disease, which is caused by a defective gene. Kids with the disease don't often live past the age of 10.
Brianna is 8.
I should be grateful she has lived this long.
But, for some reason, I can't say that I am.
"I have to go on the Tower of Terror first, because that's what Danny said he liked the best. Then we can go on the Ferris wheel."
Bri seems to have calmed down a bit as she replies "Ugh. Fine. But Ferris wheel straight after, promise?"
"I promise, baby."
"I'm not a baby. I'm a big girl. I'm like eighty years old!"
"You're not-" I begin to cut her off. But then I realize that she is absolutely right.
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RandomA heartbreaking story about a girl Joanna, Jo Jo for short and her 8 year-old sister, Brianna. For these two sisters, going to their local fair was not as much fun as they had expected. Jo Jo leaves Brianna alone for a minute or so and returns to fi...
