The Younger Years
The Middle Ages
The Golden Years
& now.....THE NEXT GENERATION!
The next generation is coming up into their own. Carol, Arthur, Drew and Lyric are facing High School drama, drama within the celebrity world, drama at home and drama within family. There will be enough juicy, drama, to feed a cow.(whatever that means) So continue your journey now and follow the crazy, family, you've been following since 2009. Will Timmy be next to marry? Which child gets pregnant first out of wedlock, which child is on drugs, which child is addicited to porn and who in this book cheats within their marriage? Find out now...
Introduction.
Jesse's pov.
Touching down in South America never felt so surreal as it does now. I've been here before but that was many, years, ago. My wife, Angel, has never been here so this is a treat for her. Over the last year, we started building a new, house. We had a pretty rough, year but made it through and we're actually at our best right now in our marriage. We never were able to get pregnant again but we know it's gotta be for a reason. Maybe Angel would be risking her health and God is trying to protect us. So once we arrive in South America, we find our lugagge, taxi driver and then head to our hotel. We are here to visit a poor, village, bring them toys and help to build them a school. It's going to be hard work but it's worth it. The first thing we did was meet with the state leaders, we met with the teachers of the village who have been teaching inside barns and outside in just grass. They served us dinner which wasn't too bad, considering Angel was worried about the food. We then went back to our hotel to rest up and talked about how excited we were to meet all the children and to get to work. It was really hot too and I had to ask the front desk for a fan. I plugged it up to face us while we sleep. We snuggled up and tried to sleep. I think both of our adrenalines were flowing because for months we talked about this, planned it and it's already here. When we woke up, we called our own children to touch base and see how they are without us. We've already been gone 2 days just because we we're traveling to get here. Then we get dressed into shorts and tanks. We have matching bandannas that have the sign for the village and we go down for breaskfast. I talk to Angel to make sure she's truly up for hard labour and she claims she is. I only pray God helps us and doesn't let either of us get hurt in the proccess. We sit just talking and enjoying our eggs with rice and beans and some kind of bread with this amazing butter i've never had before, they chern it right here in the village and then a pastor shows up from Arkansas, greets us and says he and his youth group is also there to help build the school. I'm relieved for the help and anxious to get started. I've never truly built anything with my own two hands but I think I am ready. Finally we finish eating, we bring our own cooler full of cold, waters so we will be able to stay replenished while we work. As soon as we finished our food, a bus pulled up to get everyone who was helping build and we drove on to the site where they are building the school. There was a builder standing up on the bus with his spanish, accent, trying to tell us what to watch out for, what to expect and some rules on site. I was smirking at Angel because I was only understanding half of what he was saying to us. Angel also smirked, leaned on my shoulder and hugged my neck. She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, 'I love you.' I faced her with a grin and said, 'I love you too. You nervous?' Angel nodded while hugging me up and I rubbed up her back. Already it was hot because this bus wasn't fully airconditioned and the outside climate was humid. Now we arrive on sight, we all pile off the bus and more builders are waiting for us. They show us what tools to use, how to use them, they give us all gloves and safety googles, then we have to work in teams with saws to cut wood and Angel has a hammer and nails. She hammers pieces of wood together and from the looks of it, she's giving it her all but it's not a pretty, sight. She's looking like she's struggling considering the most labor she has ever really done is birth 11 kids. I guess she can handle more pain then I thought but she's still a lady and very fragile. What a hot, long, first day. When we got back on the bus in the evening, Angel was leaning on my shoulder asleep. I hugged her up and held her till we got back to our hotel. We took turns in the shower and instead of going down to a big, meal, Angel wanted to go straight to bed. She says her body is sore all over and she needs to just drink some milk and go straight to sleep. So I do the same thinking we can eat good when we wake up and be fine. The next day we were back on the building sight and it's even hotter than yesterday. Angel keeps saying to me, 'If this wasnt for the children, I wouldnt do this at all. grown adults can take care of themselves.' I agreed with her and pressed in harder. Another hour and a half, we were dead so we decided to take a break. We're sitting down near the garbage cans away from the builders so not to get saw dust in our eyes. While we sit there drinking waters, we hear the sound of a baby cry. Angel faces me concerned and says, 'Hun, you hear that?' I nodded and asked, 'Where is that coming from? It sounds like a baby crying.' Ange looked around and so did I. We followed the sound till we got on the other side of the cans. There in the gras, in a blanket, was a baby boy laying there and a note written in spanish. I tried to make it out but the writing was all smudged up. So Angel picked up the baby to cradel it and I rushed the note over to the leader of the villiage. He read the note, a tear got in his eye and then he said to me, 'This means the mother has left the baby to run away because she is too poor to raise it. The baby is alone now.' I was stunned and saddened. I quickly asked if the note said who the mother was so we could track her down to help her and the leader said, 'No, senior. The baby is alone. Somebody has to take it or leave it to die. The state will not affoard for it a home. Someone will have to take it or pay for it a home.' I sighed and went over to talk with Angel. Already she was off trying to find it milk and was singing to it so it wouldn't cry. I sighed, having this gut, feeling, that she is going to get attached and when I tell her the news, she's going to try and keep it. I dread this but as I see her doing what she loves, raising kids, makes me step back a minute. We've been over a year trying to have one more baby and it hasn't happened because her body is basically done. I just take a breath, get the courage and go over to her. She's talking to the pastor who says he can send for someone to head back to the hotel and make a bottle with milk. I tap Angel's shoulder, she faces me with a smile and says, 'Did you translate the note yet?' I nodded and said, 'Babe, its mother left it because she was too poor to raise it and the state isnt going to take it so if someone else doesn't help it, then its on its own for good and you and I both know a baby can not take care of its self. Im sure an animal will eat it.' Angel looked very upset, she faced the little baby that was smacking its lips to eat and looking up at Angel with those little, brown, eyes. Angel then faced me with a tear going down her cheek and said, 'How can a mother not affoard her own child? Unless she had some kind of problem with her breast, she should be able to feed it and she can wash it in a lake. What else does it need besides its own mother?' I shrugged and said, 'Well babe, maybe the mother was young and she wasnt very smart. After all, this is the first, school, they are building. I dont think this town is very bright.' Angel sighed again with a nod, faced back at the baby to nurture it and sang to it some more. I waited for her to ask to keep it and she has yet to say anything so I didnt say anything yet. We went all day building, accept Angel looked after the baby. Nobody else mentioned what to do about it and even the pastor didnt say anything. By sunset, we were packing up to go home and everyone got on the bus. I asked the leader of the villiage what to do about the baby and he said, 'I am sorry, I have no room for it in my home.' I just glared at him, wondering how he can be the leader of the villiage, with the most money of anyone who lives here and has no room for it. Thats selfish. Angel wouldn't leave it and I didnt want her to so we asked if we could take it back with us. Nobody seemed to care which hurt. If we are here for the children and this is a child, why are we not helping it? Angel and I took it back to our room and continued to take care of it. The rest of the week we finished the building, we met with the state leader which was the highest in power we could go. He didn't even offer or ask, he ordered us to take the baby since we found it or else let it die. He claimed it would cost too much money to find it shelter and that they put most of their money into their school. Angel was now burdened, which I thought she would be thrilled to take the baby home. She asked me if I was even ready for a baby and since its not ours or from america, we have to get it shots before taking it home, we have to adopt it and have to make a nursery for it. Maybe I was more excited than she was but that is okay. It is cute and I think it will fit right in with our other children.