"Just play with Teddy" Mom asked. "Mom, I don't want to. I'm 14 and he's 3. I have friends to 'play' with" I reply. She's always asking me to do things for this kid. "He'll learn better if you interact with him Daniel" she says to me. "He's 3!" I reply. "Write a book" Mom says before she leaves out the front door, probably to pick up my 8 year old sister, Molly.
That's exactly what I'm going to do.
It's hard living a life like mine, ours. Teddy is going to need some help to survive.
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