Your mother runs up to you in a panic and hugs you into her chest.
"Just what are you doing outside like that?!" She demands but before you can answer, she goes on. "Mommy knew you shouldn't be allowed to date, now c'mon. Let Mama take you home.." she smiled as she lovingly brushed your hair with her hand. "Grammy and Grandpa just got there for Sunday dinner- and you know Hope loves to play." She took your hand and dragged you to the car. Hope was your, believe it or not, much younger aunt. She was 12, but mentally 2 and physically was so weak it was hard to think both of her parents, your grandparents, are wealthy farmers. Hope is such a baby you normally groan at the thought of playing with her. But before you can this time your mother quiets you with....
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