Taking care of my Sisters

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Chris sighed.

"I didn't say she had wet pants, did I? besides, if she did then I know she needed help getting cleaned up. Don't worry I won't tell mom or dad. She isn't a baby though. She needs to learn to clean up herself." Chris said.

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"Alright, she peed," David said.

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"Hey, I wasn't getting on you about it. If Molly had an accident then she needed to be cleaned up and no one was home but you. It's better you helped her clean up than she get a rash or worse from not cleaning up properly." Christina said.

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David's face was beet red.

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Chris smiled at David.

"My lips are sealed. Mom and dad will never know. You washed her clothes out right?"

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"Of course," he said.

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Molly blushed slightly but nodded. She trusted her brother and sister even though David sometimes was a pain.

Chris heard her mother pull in the drive and went to meet her.

(okay, sounds good to me)

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David smiled and sat on the sofa with his little sister.

"You want to watch cartoons?" he asked her.

He turned the television to whatever girl cartoon there was not that he liked them, but he wanted to keep Molly relaxed.

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The children's mother, Melanie came up to the house and smiled at Chris.

"Welcome home, mom." Chris said, giving her mother a hug.

Melanie came in and smiled at Molly. She went into the kitchen and started dinner.

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David was rocking out in the garage to the point he had completely forgotten about the accident earlier or anything else that he was trying to hide from his mom.

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"Fine daddy." Chris said.

Molly got up and came over to her father and hugged him.

"Hi daddy. I'm glad you're home."

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"Me, too, sweetie.

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"It was alright, daddy. I was glad to come home though."

Melanie came out to the living room.

"Dinner is almost ready. Chris, where is your brother?"

"I don't know. I think he may have gone to the garage to practice his guitar."

"Can you tell him dinner is almost ready?"

Chris walked out to the garage.

"Mom said that dinner was almost ready. Come on in the house."

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David nodded.

"No one is talking about Molly, right?" he asked making sure.

He then nodded.

"Chris, someone at our school said you have two of the strictest teachers at school.

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"Dad just asked her school went and she said okay, that's all. Don't be so nervous or they will think you are up to something or hiding something, which you aren't." Chris sighed.

"Yes, i have Mr. Hayes for English. I don't think my JROTC is twice as strict, but he is hard on us." Chris said.

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David shrugged.

"Okay, but I do know Mr. Hayes is really mean," he said.

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Chris frowned and bit her lip.

"Hopefully it won't come to that. I'll try and go to the bathroom before his class. So, um, we better hurry so we don't keep mom and dad waiting." Chris said.

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David nodded.

"Okay.

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Melanie brought dinner over to the table and set it down. She sat down in her usual place and waited for Chris and David to join them.

Chris entered the dining room and smiled at her parents. Molly giggled at her daddy.

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David sat in his usual place next to Molly with his mom on the other side.

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Melanie began passing around the food so everyone could fill their plates. When the food reached Molly she looked at David.

"Can you fill my plate for me?"

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David smiled and nodded.

Of course, Molly.

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Molly nodded and watched as David put food on her plate, letting him know when to stop. She started eating and smiled at her parents and David and Chris.

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Soon, the family was all engaged in eating dinner.

David was now eating happily, and his mind was only on what new music he wanted to write.

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Melanie watched the kids eat their dinner, smiling at them. She was glad David had helped Molly get her food.

"Do any of you have homework tonight?" She asked.