Jessie Sorrell was a seventeen-year-old boy who loved his Granny more than any kid could imagine. Granny Sublet was a retired nurse. She was married over fifty years to her long-time sweetheart, Herb Sublet, who passed away from cancer several years earlier. They both loved their grandson Jessie, who was a bit of a grandma’s boy.
Granny was a petite woman with a big character who always wore her grey hair twisted on top of her head. She was a prankster and loved to laugh, but more important, she wanted her grandson to always care about the elderly. She was well loved in her small community and an advocate for seniors. She had a heart of gold.
Jessie was a caring, considerate young man who had brownish-blonde hair and a stocky, muscular frame. He was generous and loved doing volunteer work; he would often go to the local nursing homes to play Bingo with the elderly. Jessie and his Granny were together every day while he was growing up. His friends would spend nights at her house. Growing up with a Granny who was so full of love and laughter made Jessie’s childhood a truly wonderful time.
Time slipped away and suddenly Jessie had grown up. He graduated high school, worked at the Happy Pappy Pizza Parlor, and had plans to go to college to become a social worker to help the elderly. He had one special dream and that was go to go to Hawaii to watch the hula girl’s dance.
When Jessie turned eighteen, his plan was to get a tattoo of a hula girl on his arm. He had been saving money to pay for the tattoo for a long time, and it was to be his “coming of age” birthday present to himself.
The day of Jessie’s eighteenth birthday, Granny called to wish him happy birthday, and to ask him to stop by her house. She had a special gift for him. He had all the best intentions to stop at his Granny’s first, but he got another phone call before he left his house. His friend Andy asked him to stop over at his house because he and his twin brother, Markus, had a gift for him.
As he was leaving, Jessie wrote his mom and dad a note telling them that he was going to his Granny’s. He then grabbed the keys to his 1980 Comprise station wagon and off he went.
Andy and Markus Breathalyzer were Jessie’s best friends. They were both pranksters and Jessie had to be on his toes around them. The Breathalyzer brothers were both tall, skinny-framed boys with dark hair and brown eyes. They loved their dad, but missed their mother, who was absent due to their parents’ divorce. The brothers had chosen to live with their dad because their mother had moved to another town, and Andy and Markus did not want to leave their friends.
Jessie arrived to find the brothers sitting on the front porch waiting for him with big grins across their faces. They handed him their gift; it was a small hula girl to put on the dashboard of his car.
Andy said, “We know you really want a hula girl tattoo on your arm, but this is the best we could do.”
Markus yelled out, “Jessie, do a hula dance for us like the hula girls!”
They all laughed and got to talking. Before Jessie realized it, over an hour had slipped away. Jessie liked being with his friends and joking around, but he was eager to drive to the tattoo parlor and finally get the tattoo he had wanted for so long. As he thought about finally being eighteen and getting his tattoo, he started getting very excited, and then all of a sudden, he remembered he was supposed to stop by Granny’s first.
Markus said, “You have wanted a hula girl tattoo for as long as we have known you. So, let’s get going.”
“Andy, Markus, I have to go to my Granny’s. Dang it! I promised her that she would be the first to see me on my eighteenth birthday. The tattoo will have to wait a little longer. I really have to go, guys. See ya later.”
Jessie ran and jumped into his car and drove to Cornwell Drive. It was about ten minutes away from Markus and Andy’s house. As Jessie rounded the corner, he could see Granny’s driveway. He was driving the speed limit, which was only five miles per hour. There he saw his mom and dad’s car and a police car and the ambulance. He started to get upset, not knowing what was going on. Upon arriving, he found the main driveway full of emergency vehicles. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. It was no birthday party. He was getting very nervous as he slowly drove closer to his Granny’s driveway.
He pulled onto the other side of the curb, because the ambulance was in the driveway. He swung the car door open and quickly ran to the house, reached out and grabbed the doorknob in such a hurry that he stumbled through the doorway. His dad was standing near the window and his mother was sitting on the small sofa. She was crying softly with her head bowed down. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. He moved closer to his mom. She gently touched his leg and looked up at him. He saw the look in her eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing anxiously around the living room, Jessie saw the emergency crew gathered in a circle around the other couch, but they were blocking his view of the couch. He started moving closer until he was right beside a paramedic who was putting away all the equipment. Jessie touched his arm and asked, “What’s going on? What happened? Is Granny all right?”
Jessie Sorrell was a seventeen-year-old boy who loved his Granny more than any kid could imagine. Granny Sublet was a retired nurse. She was married over fifty years to her long-time sweetheart, Herb Sublet, who passed away from cancer several years earlier. They both loved their grandson Jessie, who was a bit of a grandma’s boy.
Granny was a petite woman with a big character who always wore her grey hair twisted on top of her head. She was a prankster and loved to laugh, but more important, she wanted her grandson to always care about the elderly. She was well loved in her small community and an advocate for seniors. She had a heart of gold.
Jessie was a caring, considerate young man who had brownish-blonde hair and a stocky, muscular frame. He was generous and loved doing volunteer work; he would often go to the local nursing homes to play Bingo with the elderly. Jessie and his Granny were together every day while he was growing up. His friends would spend nights at her house. Growing up with a Granny who was so full of love and laughter made Jessie’s childhood a truly wonderful time.
Time slipped away and suddenly Jessie had grown up. He graduated high school, worked at the Happy Pappy Pizza Parlor, and had plans to go to college to become a social worker to help the elderly. He had one special dream and that was go to go to Hawaii to watch the hula girl’s dance.
When Jessie turned eighteen, his plan was to get a tattoo of a hula girl on his arm. He had been saving money to pay for the tattoo for a long time, and it was to be his “coming of age” birthday present to himself.
The day of Jessie’s eighteenth birthday, Granny called to wish him happy birthday, and to ask him to stop by her house. She had a special gift for him. He had all the best intentions to stop at his Granny’s first, but he got another phone call before he left his house. His friend Andy asked him to stop over at his house because he and his twin brother, Markus, had a gift for him.
As he was leaving, Jessie wrote his mom and dad a note telling them that he was going to his Granny’s. He then grabbed the keys to his 1980 Comprise station wagon and off he went.
Andy and Markus Breathalyzer were Jessie’s best friends. They were both pranksters and Jessie had to be on his toes around them. The Breathalyzer brothers were both tall, skinny-framed boys with dark hair and brown eyes. They loved their dad, but missed their mother, who was absent due to their parents’ divorce. The brothers had chosen to live with their dad because their mother had moved to another town, and Andy and Markus did not want to leave their friends.
Jessie arrived to find the brothers sitting on the front porch waiting for him with big grins across their faces. They handed him their gift; it was a small hula girl to put on the dashboard of his car.
Andy said, “We know you really want a hula girl tattoo on your arm, but this is the best we could do.”
Markus yelled out, “Jessie, do a hula dance for us like the hula girls!”
They all laughed and got to talking. Before Jessie realized it, over an hour had slipped away. Jessie liked being with his friends and joking around, but he was eager to drive to the tattoo parlor and finally get the tattoo he had wanted for so long. As he thought about finally being eighteen and getting his tattoo, he started getting very excited, and then all of a sudden, he remembered he was supposed to stop by Granny’s first.
Markus said, “You have wanted a hula girl tattoo for as long as we have known you. So, let’s get going.”
“Andy, Markus, I have to go to my Granny’s. Dang it! I promised her that she would be the first to see me on my eighteenth birthday. The tattoo will have to wait a little longer. I really have to go, guys. See ya later.”
Jessie ran and jumped into his car and drove to Cornwell Drive. It was about ten minutes away from Markus and Andy’s house. As Jessie rounded the corner, he could see Granny’s driveway. He was driving the speed limit, which was only five miles per hour. There he saw his mom and dad’s car and a police car and the ambulance. He started to get upset, not knowing what was going on. Upon arriving, he found the main driveway full of emergency vehicles. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. It was no birthday party. He was getting very nervous as he slowly drove closer to his Granny’s driveway.
He pulled onto the other side of the curb, because the ambulance was in the driveway. He swung the car door open and quickly ran to the house, reached out and grabbed the doorknob in such a hurry that he stumbled through the doorway. His dad was standing near the window and his mother was sitting on the small sofa. She was crying softly with her head bowed down. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. He moved closer to his mom. She gently touched his leg and looked up at him. He saw the look in her eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing anxiously around the living room, Jessie saw the emergency crew gathered in a circle around the other couch, but they were blocking his view of the couch. He started moving closer until he was right beside a paramedic who was putting away all the equipment. Jessie touched his arm and asked, “What’s going on? What happened? Is Granny all right?”
Jessie Sorrell was a seventeen-year-old boy who loved his Granny more than any kid could imagine. Granny Sublet was a retired nurse. She was married over fifty years to her long-time sweetheart, Herb Sublet, who passed away from cancer several years earlier. They both loved their grandson Jessie, who was a bit of a grandma’s boy.
Granny was a petite woman with a big character who always wore her grey hair twisted on top of her head. She was a prankster and loved to laugh, but more important, she wanted her grandson to always care about the elderly. She was well loved in her small community and an advocate for seniors. She had a heart of gold.
Jessie was a caring, considerate young man who had brownish-blonde hair and a stocky, muscular frame. He was generous and loved doing volunteer work; he would often go to the local nursing homes to play Bingo with the elderly. Jessie and his Granny were together every day while he was growing up. His friends would spend nights at her house. Growing up with a Granny who was so full of love and laughter made Jessie’s childhood a truly wonderful time.
Time slipped away and suddenly Jessie had grown up. He graduated high school, worked at the Happy Pappy Pizza Parlor, and had plans to go to college to become a social worker to help the elderly. He had one special dream and that was go to go to Hawaii to watch the hula girl’s dance.
When Jessie turned eighteen, his plan was to get a tattoo of a hula girl on his arm. He had been saving money to pay for the tattoo for a long time, and it was to be his “coming of age” birthday present to himself.
The day of Jessie’s eighteenth birthday, Granny called to wish him happy birthday, and to ask him to stop by her house. She had a special gift for him. He had all the best intentions to stop at his Granny’s first, but he got another phone call before he left his house. His friend Andy asked him to stop over at his house because he and his twin brother, Markus, had a gift for him.
As he was leaving, Jessie wrote his mom and dad a note telling them that he was going to his Granny’s. He then grabbed the keys to his 1980 Comprise station wagon and off he went.
Andy and Markus Breathalyzer were Jessie’s best friends. They were both pranksters and Jessie had to be on his toes around them. The Breathalyzer brothers were both tall, skinny-framed boys with dark hair and brown eyes. They loved their dad, but missed their mother, who was absent due to their parents’ divorce. The brothers had chosen to live with their dad because their mother had moved to another town, and Andy and Markus did not want to leave their friends.
Jessie arrived to find the brothers sitting on the front porch waiting for him with big grins across their faces. They handed him their gift; it was a small hula girl to put on the dashboard of his car.
Andy said, “We know you really want a hula girl tattoo on your arm, but this is the best we could do.”
Markus yelled out, “Jessie, do a hula dance for us like the hula girls!”
They all laughed and got to talking. Before Jessie realized it, over an hour had slipped away. Jessie liked being with his friends and joking around, but he was eager to drive to the tattoo parlor and finally get the tattoo he had wanted for so long. As he thought about finally being eighteen and getting his tattoo, he started getting very excited, and then all of a sudden, he remembered he was supposed to stop by Granny’s first.
Markus said, “You have wanted a hula girl tattoo for as long as we have known you. So, let’s get going.”
“Andy, Markus, I have to go to my Granny’s. Dang it! I promised her that she would be the first to see me on my eighteenth birthday. The tattoo will have to wait a little longer. I really have to go, guys. See ya later.”
Jessie ran and jumped into his car and drove to Cornwell Drive. It was about ten minutes away from Markus and Andy’s house. As Jessie rounded the corner, he could see Granny’s driveway. He was driving the speed limit, which was only five miles per hour. There he saw his mom and dad’s car and a police car and the ambulance. He started to get upset, not knowing what was going on. Upon arriving, he found the main driveway full of emergency vehicles. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. It was no birthday party. He was getting very nervous as he slowly drove closer to his Granny’s driveway.
He pulled onto the other side of the curb, because the ambulance was in the driveway. He swung the car door open and quickly ran to the house, reached out and grabbed the doorknob in such a hurry that he stumbled through the doorway. His dad was standing near the window and his mother was sitting on the small sofa. She was crying softly with her head bowed down. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. He moved closer to his mom. She gently touched his leg and looked up at him. He saw the look in her eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing anxiously around the living room, Jessie saw the emergency crew gathered in a circle around the other couch, but they were blocking his view of the couch. He started moving closer until he was right beside a paramedic who was putting away all the equipment. Jessie touched his arm and asked, “What’s going on? What happened? Is Granny all right?”
Jessie Sorrell was a seventeen-year-old boy who loved his Granny more than any kid could imagine. Granny Sublet was a retired nurse. She was married over fifty years to her long-time sweetheart, Herb Sublet, who passed away from cancer several years earlier. They both loved their grandson Jessie, who was a bit of a grandma’s boy.
Granny was a petite woman with a big character who always wore her grey hair twisted on top of her head. She was a prankster and loved to laugh, but more important, she wanted her grandson to always care about the elderly. She was well loved in her small community and an advocate for seniors. She had a heart of gold.
Jessie was a caring, considerate young man who had brownish-blonde hair and a stocky, muscular frame. He was generous and loved doing volunteer work; he would often go to the local nursing homes to play Bingo with the elderly. Jessie and his Granny were together every day while he was growing up. His friends would spend nights at her house. Growing up with a Granny who was so full of love and laughter made Jessie’s childhood a truly wonderful time.
Time slipped away and suddenly Jessie had grown up. He graduated high school, worked at the Happy Pappy Pizza Parlor, and had plans to go to college to become a social worker to help the elderly. He had one special dream and that was go to go to Hawaii to watch the hula girl’s dance.
When Jessie turned eighteen, his plan was to get a tattoo of a hula girl on his arm. He had been saving money to pay for the tattoo for a long time, and it was to be his “coming of age” birthday present to himself.
The day of Jessie’s eighteenth birthday, Granny called to wish him happy birthday, and to ask him to stop by her house. She had a special gift for him. He had all the best intentions to stop at his Granny’s first, but he got another phone call before he left his house. His friend Andy asked him to stop over at his house because he and his twin brother, Markus, had a gift for him.
As he was leaving, Jessie wrote his mom and dad a note telling them that he was going to his Granny’s. He then grabbed the keys to his 1980 Comprise station wagon and off he went.
Andy and Markus Breathalyzer were Jessie’s best friends. They were both pranksters and Jessie had to be on his toes around them. The Breathalyzer brothers were both tall, skinny-framed boys with dark hair and brown eyes. They loved their dad, but missed their mother, who was absent due to their parents’ divorce. The brothers had chosen to live with their dad because their mother had moved to another town, and Andy and Markus did not want to leave their friends.
Jessie arrived to find the brothers sitting on the front porch waiting for him with big grins across their faces. They handed him their gift; it was a small hula girl to put on the dashboard of his car.
Andy said, “We know you really want a hula girl tattoo on your arm, but this is the best we could do.”
Markus yelled out, “Jessie, do a hula dance for us like the hula girls!”
They all laughed and got to talking. Before Jessie realized it, over an hour had slipped away. Jessie liked being with his friends and joking around, but he was eager to drive to the tattoo parlor and finally get the tattoo he had wanted for so long. As he thought about finally being eighteen and getting his tattoo, he started getting very excited, and then all of a sudden, he remembered he was supposed to stop by Granny’s first.
Markus said, “You have wanted a hula girl tattoo for as long as we have known you. So, let’s get going.”
“Andy, Markus, I have to go to my Granny’s. Dang it! I promised her that she would be the first to see me on my eighteenth birthday. The tattoo will have to wait a little longer. I really have to go, guys. See ya later.”
Jessie ran and jumped into his car and drove to Cornwell Drive. It was about ten minutes away from Markus and Andy’s house. As Jessie rounded the corner, he could see Granny’s driveway. He was driving the speed limit, which was only five miles per hour. There he saw his mom and dad’s car and a police car and the ambulance. He started to get upset, not knowing what was going on. Upon arriving, he found the main driveway full of emergency vehicles. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. It was no birthday party. He was getting very nervous as he slowly drove closer to his Granny’s driveway.
He pulled onto the other side of the curb, because the ambulance was in the driveway. He swung the car door open and quickly ran to the house, reached out and grabbed the doorknob in such a hurry that he stumbled through the doorway. His dad was standing near the window and his mother was sitting on the small sofa. She was crying softly with her head bowed down. Immediately, Jessie knew something was wrong. He moved closer to his mom. She gently touched his leg and looked up at him. He saw the look in her eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing anxiously around the living room, Jessie saw the emergency crew gathered in a circle around the other couch, but they were blocking his view of the couch. He started moving closer until he was right beside a paramedic who was putting away all the equipment. Jessie touched his arm and asked, “What’s going on? What happened? Is Granny all right?”
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