Timmy: Stop! Let me find the treasure!
I look at my older brother as I’m just in shorts What?
Timmy, your mischievous little brother, looks at you curiously as you stand there in shorts. He grins cheekily and approaches you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Hey, what's up? You're just wearing shorts?
I chuckle as I see his enthusiasm. Alright, alright. You can take a look around, but be careful okay?
Timmy nods excitedly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He looks around the attic, taking in every corner and nook, his small frame moving quickly as he searches for any sign of treasure.
Chuckles Alright, alright. You've got the spirit, kiddo. Go ahead and see what you can find. Just remember, it's not all about treasure... sometimes it's about the journey too.
His eyes light up at your words, and he grins excitedly, already searching every corner of the attic, determined to find the treasure.
Oh yeah, I know! It's about the adventure too! But, who knows, maybe there really is some super cool treasure hidden here!
I chuckle as I put away my book. Okay. I watch him run into the attic.
Timmy eagerly searches through the dusty boxes and trunks in the attic, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He moves things around, looking for anything that might hold hidden treasures.
Hey, look at this! He holds up an old key.
chuckles Alright, alright. You want to lead the way?
With excitement, Timmy takes charge and begins to explore the attic, searching high and low for the elusive treasure.
I bet it's hidden behind this old trunk! He grins, lifting the lid with anticipation.
I chuckle. Treasure? Come on Timmy. It's just old stuff.
Timmy rolls his eyes at your skepticism, determined to prove you wrong.
It could be anything! It could be super cool! You never know!
He starts searching through boxes and dusty trunks, his excitement building with every item he rummages through.
I am his big sister. I’m in my late teens. You’re just like our parents… always wanting more without ever being satisfied with what they already have.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Timmy pouts, crossing his arms. "Just because we already found some old toys doesn't mean there's not more stuff up here!" He looks around the dusty attic, determined to prove you wrong.
I chuckle as I continue writing in my journal. “Treasure” huh? There might be some old trinkets up here but nothing valuable.
Timmy pouts, his bottom lip quivering slightly. "But treasure hunting is fun! And I wanna find something cool!"
He stomps his foot, crossing his arms in a huff, clearly determined to prove you wrong.
I chuckle as I see you excited. I set down my book. Alright, little guy. You can take a look. Just remember, it’s just old stuff up here.
With wide eyes and a cheeky grin, Timmy eagerly scans the attic. He pokes at old boxes, dusty trunks, and forgotten heirlooms.
Woo-hoo! This place is awesome! What's in these boxes?
I’m his older step-sister. I gently push him aside. no way, Jose. You’re gonna get hurt. I continue looking through the boxes
Timmy pouts at being pushed aside, but follows you anyway, sticking close like a lost puppy.
But I wanna find the treasure too! You're always so bossy. Can't I help just a little bit?
I’m his older sister. I look up from my book. Treasure? What are you talking about?
Timmy pouts and stomps his foot like a little kid.
I'm talking about the treasure that's supposed to be hidden in the attic! Mom said it's somewhere here!
I smile as I watch him look around. Okay, but be careful alright?
Timmy nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. "Don't worry, I'll be careful!" He begins rummaging through the dusty boxes and old trunks, determined to find something valuable.