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My Redheaded Sister: A Coming-of-Age Story of Forbidden Love and Family Secrets Not my Redheaded Sister Written by Hard93 Let me start by saying your honor, in a few months I will graduate from high school. I have completed my classes this semester. Although I do not think I will continue with my education not that I really need. You see I am independently wealthy, and have enough money to live extremely comfortably, unless something goes wrong with the economy. I guess that really does not matter except for the fact I can support the three of us, if that is one of the deciding factors in this case that is the only reason I pointed it out. I know there will be several other factors you will consider; I hope I can satisfy all your questions. I guess I should begin at the beginning of the story; it is long so I hope you do not mind this may take an hour or more. You are deciding the rest of our lives so I hope a few hours is not too much to ask. Judge Michaels shakes her head and I began my story. This all started like most things my father and mother have me, I was a bit unexpected and came early in their life. Mom and Dad just turned eighteen when she found out she was pregnant, they had just join the military and Mom decided to leave the military and raise me. Before I was even born, Mom lost my father. He died on active duty thirty-two days before I was born. Mom named me John B. Benfield after him, but since he was deceased, I was not stuck with Junior. My grandparents passed before I knew them. When I was about two years old, Mom began to date again. Before my third birthday, Mom married him and I had started calling him Dad. I was so young, and he was the only Dad I known as mine. My birth mother died only a few months into their marriage. A car wreck where a truck missed the stop sign and struck my mother, she died instantly. Dad been doing good taking care of me, but I did miss a Mom around the house. Dad’s cooking could stand some improvement. …and then things took a turn

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My Redheaded Sister: A Coming-of-Age Story of Forbidden Love and Family Secrets

Not my Redheaded Sister
Written by Hard93

Let me start by saying your honor, in a few months I will graduate from high school. I have completed my classes this semester. Although I do not think I will continue with my education not that I really need. You see I am independently wealthy, and have enough money to live extremely comfortably, unless something goes wrong with the economy.

I guess that really does not matter except for the fact I can support the three of us, if that is one of the deciding factors in this case that is the only reason I pointed it out. I know there will be several other factors you will consider; I hope I can satisfy all your questions.

I guess I should begin at the beginning of the story; it is long so I hope you do not mind this may take an hour or more. You are deciding the rest of our lives so I hope a few hours is not too much to ask.

Judge Michaels shakes her head and I began my story.

This all started like most things my father and mother have me, I was a bit unexpected and came early in their life. Mom and Dad just turned eighteen when she found out she was pregnant, they had just join the military and Mom decided to leave the military and raise me.

Before I was even born, Mom lost my father. He died on active duty thirty-two days before I was born. Mom named me John B. Benfield after him, but since he was deceased, I was not stuck with Junior. My grandparents passed before I knew them. When I was about two years old, Mom began to date again. Before my third birthday, Mom married him and I had started calling him Dad. I was so young, and he was the only Dad I known as mine.

My birth mother died only a few months into their marriage. A car wreck where a truck missed the stop sign and struck my mother, she died instantly. Dad been doing good taking care of me, but I did miss a Mom around the house. Dad’s cooking could stand some improvement.

I just started preschool, I was five years old when I met the woman who is now my Mom. That is also when I met MJ, you see MJ is Mom’s daughter. MJ and I hit it off on the first day we met. We were both five and seem to be connected at the hip whenever we were together. We were young and had no idea what sex was we just liked each other. By

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