Let me begin by saying that Amy is my child. I know how she came to be is considered wrong. But I felt, and still feel, it was the right thing to do.
My sister was older than me by 3 years. She was always looking out for me. We lived in the town everybody hears about. You know, "You blink you miss.". That is the one. We actually lived about a mile from the town. The school bus ride was a long 15 minuets. There were two types on the bus. The bullies, and the nerds. I was one of the latter. My sister kept the bullies away. She was the only girl they feared. No one dared to pick on me because of her. But she was strong in many ways. She had a straight A grade average, was in sports, and when she graduated, had many colleges looking for her to come to them.
3 years later I turned 18 and graduated from school. My sister came home to see me. "Hey little bro. What's up?"
"Nothing. What are you doing home?"
"Tim, I just wanted to see you."
"O.k. So how is school? Any boyfriends I should be jealous of?"
"Ha, ha. Verry funny, that is to laugh."
"So tell me, Miss Samantha, why are you home really?"
"I wanted to be with someone I love..."
"So you chose me. I feel honored. So you want to do something?"
"Yes. Lets go out to dinner. My treat. Then we will decide what to do from there."
