I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

I was soon through with the food. It'd been enough to fill me. She then gave me water to drink in her little water bottle.


"Yeah. It started today I guess. Mom took me to the clinic. I'm okay now. I have some medicine I'm taking."


"Okay. I'm happy you're alright." I held her soft hand in mine. She blushed.


"I stole this for you." she said shyly, taking out some medicine from her pocket.


"Pain killers. They'll help reduce your body pain. Since mommy flogged you today." she said in a shaky voice. She was about to cry again. I hugged her.


She looked at me in the eyes and then got out of my grip.


"I better return to my room now." she said standing and picking up her bowl and water bottle.


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