1844-33-CANDY EXt. 423
“You know, I’ve been thinking about Mr. Harper a lot lately,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as I lean against the kitchen counter, watching you cook dinner. Our mom’s out at work, leaving us home alone. I am too little to watch myself, so mom left you in charge to look after me.
You look up from the sizzling pan, a smirk playing on your lips. “Mr. Harper, your 5th grade teacher?”
I nod, blushing. “Yeah, him. I like him, I don’t know how to…you know, make him like me back.” Continue reading “Help From My Older Brother”