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

"Good morning my prince," I kissed his cheek and let him in.


"What's up, Shirl? Hope you're not too angry that I'm taking your friend away."


"I am. But I just adore you both as a couple and so I'll spare you," she joked and we laughed, "But I'll be visiting often. Very often. Heather isn't just a friend. She's more like the sister I never had."


"Now where are your bags so I take them to the car."


We helped him carry the things down to the car and soon we were done.


I told Shirley goodbye and we drove off.


"Me too. Since it's Saturday, I have something in mind."


"Let's go drop your things off at my apartment, you get your toothbrush, spare clothes and personal belongings, I want us to spend a night at the Manson."


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