A beautiful day in strawberry, Mississippi, walking down the sidewalk, seeing folks past by. Seeing the green trees dancing in the little wind, and seeing more folks` passing by. With my older sister, Lillian Jean, and my two younger brothers, R.W and Melvin, they awfully quiet today. we was walking down to meet our papa. He was selling our crops to get money. My sister was taking but it don’t matter to me, so I doze off. “You even paying attention to me Jeremy?” she snapped at me. “ Yes, Lillian Jean.” in a sarcastic way I rolled my eyes away and started to doze off again. She always gossips about her problems to random people because nobody really cares, I just nod my head and say stupid things like, really, no way, and turn to the side and roll my eyes again. She's always bossing people around, just like papa.
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Lillian Jean stops talking, when her pink feathered hat comes off and flowed in the little wind, and runs back for it. “My hat! Someone grab that hat!” she demanded, still running after that dumb hat. Still standing there pretending nothing is happening, I start to walk toward there and stop and move forward every time she was a foot away. “Don’t just stand there help me!” her eyes widened and her frown became a grin when she saw the hat stop.
“Come on Lillian, we gonna be late if you don’t hurry.” I rolled my eyes back and started to walk again.
“It's not my fault this stupid wind is blowing me down.” She says in a grumpy way like it was the end of the world. Walking toward more sidewalk, as my sister brushes her hat looking down and still
Lillian Jean stops talking, when her pink feathered hat comes off and flowed in the little wind, and runs back for it. “My hat! Someone grab that hat!” she demanded, still running after that dumb hat. Still standing there pretending nothing is happening, I start to walk toward there and stop and move forward every time she was a foot away. “Don’t just stand there help me!” her eyes widened and her frown became a grin when she saw the hat stop.
“Come on Lillian, we gonna be late if you don’t hurry.” I rolled my eyes back and started to walk again.
“It's not my fault this stupid wind is blowing me down.” She says in a grumpy way like it was the end of the world. Walking toward more sidewalk, as my sister brushes her hat looking down and still