Again that song infiltrated into my thoughts, I balled my fistsin frustration.I grew angry over a stupid song playing. Angry as if it were mocking me-...goading me with its unseen waves of sound. I clenched my teeth as thefemale voices chirped out the chorus.It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikiniThat she wore for the first time todayAn itsy, bitsy, tennie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikiniSo on the shore she wanted to stayTwo, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more.I. My brother stopped calling me Babe when he was thirteen and realized how inappropriate it might sound to others.As I said, my father died when I was seven. My mother then put all of her focus, energy, and time into her work (she's a lawyer). She wouldn't let herself slow down, I think out of fear she'd finally have to let herself grieve and deal with daddy's death. So my brother Brenden took care of me. He's nineteen now and I just turned sixteen. He's more than a brother to me, he's my best. More

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