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- Author: Minty Harris
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PREFACE
'The Sun' was the song that my parents would sing to me when I was younger. Every night they'd tuck me in; my mom would sing as my dad played the guitar. I loved those days, when they were always around. But now, those were just faded memories.
Mom and dad run a Trading company. Their the ones you call when you want your goods shipped halfway across the world. They've been everywhere; Paris, Tokyo, and even Cleavland. I was, of course, introduced to the Trade Market at a young age.
That was until the business bacame so widely popular that mom and dad had to leave more frequently. They tried to spend more time with me but them again, the couldn't. Dad always fussed about the financial problems that we "supposedly" had. While mom... Let's just leave it at dad, shall we? My father had taken over the business entirely. The name had even changed to R.T.S. Russell's Trading Service.
You see, we live on an island off the coast of England. Here, there are only two things you can get known for; One: Getting a job in my fathers company. Two: Just get a Job! You get the point, small town. My family, basically, put this island on the map. If itwerent for us, this place would've been a ghost town. At least, that's what Nanny Constance told me.
Nanny Constance practically raised me. And when I say practically, i mean that she put in the hours to teach me how to read, write, and eat my vegetables. Constance was like a second mother to me, not including all of the other mom-like figures in my life. Without her I don't know what i'd do. I'd probably fall down a well while learning how to walk. As I'm taking my first two step, I flip over that circular brick wall and "BAM!" I'm dead. Or worst I could DIE.... alone.
To sum things up, my mother's some wack job who I never see around the house. Like a Freaking Ghost! My father is a 'Workaholic' who just learned that "Everyday Jogging Is Good For Ya!". And I've been raised by my nanny for the past sixteen years. Yeah, my family doesn't exactly have a normal list.
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Publication Date: 06-13-2011
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Dedication:
For Those Who Have Treaded Through It all And Still Going....
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