You say we're both little people..., TheRoost [books to get back into reading txt] 📗

love him; maybe it's because we both know that things would be so much harder without each other. I don't know.

And I'd rather not know.

Brian came bounding into the room then, a huge smile lighting up his little face, his green eyes twinkling in the kitchen lights. He digs into his breakfast, like most 6 year olds do.

"Mouth closed." I snap playfully. Brian looks up at me, smiling, his mouth already closed. I swear, the kid has the manners of a duke. "You must have the best of manners for your big brother and his wife, as well as our nieces and nephews. Be a good boy."

"Yes, sister," Brian grinned, quickly polishing off his breakfast. He grabbed his backpack and went to wait by the door. I sighed, sneaking a kiss to Kaleb. "Time for school and work. Lunch is in the fridge, and I am ordering take out for Ling's. What will your question be this moring?"

It's weird, but each morning since our first kiss, we asked each other a question; wether it be "What do you think the weather will be like?" to "Who got your V-card?"

"When we first met, what was the most unattractive thing about me?" He gave me a cocky grin.

I shrugged as I threw on my trench coat, a khaki colored one that matched my skirt and my Red blouse and pumps. "Your annoying habit of chewing with your mouth open."

He laughed. "Same question." I continued.

He put his finger to his chin as he walked me to the door. "The fact that you smelt of a dirty diaper."

I laughed and smacked his arm as I kissed him goodbye.

So, I didn't make it big in the city. I didn't become someone important, and I am still a small person in a big world. But in my world, the world of my job, my happiness, my love life, my family, and my unborn and, at least to my husbands knowledge, inexisting child, I was a pretty big person. I guess that's what made me write a letter to Mr. Monroe, after all these years, just to tell him how happy I was. I sent it from my previous Chicago address. And I hope that giant purple vien in his head pops.

So, I guess the moral of my story is that you don't have to be a big person in a big world to be important. If you think that what you do is important, damn anyone who argues. It's not their life.

So live yours.
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Publication Date: 12-22-2011

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