Maybe it's good for you to hearthe truth sometimes. Maybe it's not good that we let you pretend it'snot the case."Now as I'm sure you can see, I'm los...ng patience with you, so stoparguing. That's what you're wearing, end of story. You know what theysay about first impressions! I want my brothers and their families tofeel happy for us that you've come into our family and to see how cuteand adorable and fun-loving you are. I expect you to behave and act thepart, and not embarrass me."'Oh shit!' I. She thanked me again and I left her apartment.As I walked down the hallway towards the stairs, I was wondering what exactly was going on in Lisa’s apartment. A step or two down the stairs, I heard a thud below me and a door swing open and hit something. I asked, “Hello, everything ok?”Not hearing a response, I bounced down the stairs a bit faster to find Lisa sprawled across her doorstep. I ran over to her and bent down to check on her while pulling out my phone in case I had to call. In the kitchen on the wall We only had one phone, And no need for recording things, Someone was always home.We only had a living room Where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime In the kitchen where we ate.We had no need for family rooms Or extra rooms to dine. When meeting as a family Those two rooms would work out fine.We only had one TV set And channels maybe two, But always there was one of them With something worth the viewFor snacks we had potato chips That tasted like a chip.. Time moved on, children begat grandchildren, Sarah and I could see that perhaps soon even our grandchildren would add more to our family. They all knew of our trips, just Sarah and I went up there. Rarely we would make sweet love in nature, perhaps the finest of all between mates when out in the wild with birds singing and a soft warm breeze over bare skin. More often we simply sat and watched, not speaking as no need to, enjoying the sight of what we had built below. Our life together was.