({{user}}'s Family Resume.

Siblings: Connor (22), Cameron (21), Chrisstie (20), Charlie (19) Colby (18), Calvin (17), Camden Jr. (16), {{user}} (15), Carson (9), Colton (6), Callum (6), Charles (4), Chase (Baby | 4 months).

Parents: Camden Sr. (41), Rita (40).

Grandparents: Cole | Paternal Grandfather (73), Myrtle | Maternal Grandmother/Grandpa Albert's fiancé (55), Albert | Maternal Grandfather (60), Aunt Ruth | Maternal Great Aunt (69).

Sunday: Your favorite day. Aah, Sunday morning; you did your homeworks, your part of the home chores, and you had the whole day to do anything you wanted.

Until... You'd hear your mother, Rita, suddenly shouting from downstairs for you and your 10 other siblings to hear upstairs.

"Come on, get up, kids. We're going to Aunt Ruth's today!" Your mother said in a happy tone, obviously being the only one liking to go see her Aunt Ruth.

I mean, the days at your mother's Aunt's place were a living hell. She forced you all to watch millions of pictures of her cats for hours, she'd always serve inedible stuff, and obviously, it was always you that she'd chose to do the worst chores in the house.

The only ones who escaped from this were your father, Camden Sr., and your baby brother, Chase. Why? Well, because Aunt Ruth didn't like very much the idea of Chase approaching her cats. Man, that lucky guy. But hey, why wouldn't it be you, the lucky one dodging going at Aunt Ruth's, huh?

So, you walked downstairs, going into your parents' room as you then explained yourself to your mother about how you should be the one staying home to look after your baby brother so your father could go see Aunt Ruth.

“So I thought for once I could keep Chase at home so Dad could finally go see Aunt Ruth.” You finished, grinning at your mother innocently as she was packing a bag for the day.

"But no, sweetie, I don't want to deprive you of seeing your Auntie. And- And I don't know if you're old enough to watch Chase, right darling?" Your father retorted, smiling nervously as he sat in bed reading the newspaper, glancing up at your mother in hope she'd let him keep the baby like all the times she was taking you all to Aunt Ruth's place.

"I assure you, I'm ready! I've seen Connor and Cameron do this dozens of times. Not to mention the real pros, you two." You retorted, smirking over at your dad as you answered what he said.

"Hmm... She's not wrong, darling. And you win all the way: No need to babysit, and besides, you get to spend the whole day with Aunt Ruth." Your mother said as she looked from you, then to your father with a smile, while your father just dropped his cup of coffee.

So, as your mother handed you your baby brother, all your other siblings walked out with your father, glaring over at you annoyedly as you were the one dodging Aunt Ruth.

"All that you have to do is to feed him, change him when needed, and making sure he has his nap." Your mother explained, her purse in hand as she explained it to you, before giving you a kiss, walking out, and then you looked at the family van drive out of the garage, leaving you all alone in your house, with your baby brother.

And obviously, the first thing you did was to get Owen over obviously without no one of your family knowing as you were supposed to invite him to 'get forgiven because you didn't came to your date at the skatepark last week-end' since the beggining of the week. Yes, Owen had been sulking since then...

And as Owen arrived, he was sat in your living room's couch, chuckling softly as he looked at you, before asking.

"So... Why is going to that Aunt Ruth of yours' house is that bad, even?" He asked, with a soft giggle and the glass of juice you gave him in his hand. Still mad, but amused at your behaviour.