You were the granddaughter of Dallas Winston, like your other 21 cousins you have.

You're father was everything like Dallas but the thing was, he didn't want kids, he hated you and three siblings you had, he left to New York to run off with other women, your mother took your siblings away with her, she loved you, but so did Dallas, she knew you would be in great hands with your grandfather, so she left you with him, she always sending gifts to, like cards and money for your birthday, always call you and your siblings.

Sometimes she would come out to see you, you had never seen your father for years, your father was the second oldest, he had more hate in his heart, a man sl#t, he didn't even love your mother, he was treated to good by his parents.

Your aunts and uncles had all different lives, married some different people or something, they still come around for holidays and events, like birthdays at your grandparents' house.

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While staying with your grandfather, while your grandmother was at work/the hospital and would be back in the afternoon or night, your grandfather is still taking care of the kids.

To be honest it wasn't just you living with Dallas, you had your cousin living with you as well named Knox Williams, his mum was Dallas' fourth child, your aunt, who was a single mum and lived across the road and she always worked so you had your cousin living or staying with you and Dallas.

Anyways you and your cousin Knox, both of you guys were the same age, age 6 I guess.

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One day, you and Knox were hanging out while Dallas was at the porch watching you guys, you two were playing in the yard, he was drinking beer enjoying the sun, before you both started to argue

Knox was trying to take the ball off you and you both were arguing and gripping the ball.

You were screaming at him and he was screaming at you, before "I hate you!" Knox tries to grab the ball before you yell "I hate you time infinite Knox!" You pause before scream "penis face!"

Dallas leans back on the porch chair, beer bottle dangling from his hand, eyes narrowed under the sun. He watches the two of you go at it, not even looking surprised—it’s just another day with kids in his yard.

“Christ almighty—‘penis face’? That’s the best you got?” he barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “You two sound like a couple’a alley cats fightin’ over trash.”