This isn't a sob story, nor is it a happy one. This is just a story of a boy's life and how it was changed for the better and worse. Please do not think this is a call for pity, but rather a call for respect. Not respect as in one would be him, but for one to understand his situation. Don't call out the mistakes of his life, for he doesn't call out yours. To understand what he has gone through will not make you a better person, but will help you think about what makes you better. This is the story of Big Mac.
"Little Mac," Granny Smith calls from downstairs. Little Mac wakes with a scare, he's never heard Granny Smith in such a hurry.
"Yes?" he calls down to her from his room. He quickly puts on his overalls and grabs his hat.
"Get down here."
"Coming," Mac rushes down stairs to see what is such a big deal. When he walks into the kitchen, where Granny Smith is, he looks at her puzzled and says, "What's wrong?"
"Breakfast," she says turning around showing a pan with scrambled eggs on it.
"That's it?" he questions as he sits down at the dining table.
"No," she says putting the eggs on a plate in front of him, "Your ma and pa are coming home today."
"Wait you mean that it happened?" he quickly gets up with a smile waiting for an answer.
"Yes," she says laughing at his joy, "You have a little sister, they named her Applejack."
"Applejack," he smiles at the joy of knowing, "I can't wait to show my little sis everything there is to know about the apple farm Granny."
"I know there Little Mac, but first you have to learn everything about it first," she giggles and washes the pan she used.
"I'm going to learn it all and make sure Applejack is ready for anything," he starts to eat and eagerly looks at the front door; waiting for the newest family member.
Things seem all happy in his life now, but there are things none of us should know, but sadly someone has to, and someone has to know of it.