A girls red notebook compelation 2025 version by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

The elderly man’s youngest son wants adventure

The elderly man’s youngest son has been the one that came over to our house to check on my mother and me. My mother had told me that she thinks that it is mostly to see and visit with me.

He and his brothers, when they came over, also write in the red notebook. They want to keep their father’s memory alive.

It turns out that they did go on jumps with their parents until his second wife died of old age. After that, he never jumped again. He would always be looking at the photo albums.

They once asked him about those photos. Almost all of the photos were of his second wife, their mother, but there were some of them that were of his first wife from around age eight until she died.

After he died and they went to see me to tell me of the elderly man’s passing, they all looked at me and that is when four of them said that i was their sister. The youngest was staringly silent.

On one of his visits the youngest started to ask me if he could come with me on the jump. As I wrote earlier, my mother was all for it.

All the brothers know that I have been on many jumps already. Initially they were just as worried as my mother but when they met Hero, they worried less. By this time, Hero had grown to adulthood and was a formidable guardian.

At home or going on a jump, my mother always tells Hero to protect me. I swear that he self inflates every time she says that. From that point, until we return, his head is on a swivel.

I was trying to decide whether to take the son or keep on saying later to him. That is when I stumbled upon a tale from the elderly man.

He wrote

We had a few safe jumps under my belt when she told me that she would be going solo on the next jump. She felt that it was just too dangerous. She did not want to be worried about me when she had to concentrate on what she needed to do. The jump, she says, would be fraught with danger because she has hit this criminal organization a few times and they are starting to catch on that she is the one.

I tell her that fact is why I need to go with her as back up or she does not go to that planet. She argues that there is a large undisturbed horde of gold that they have. It is ripe for the picking.

I give her three choices. I go with her as back up. She doesn’t go or she goes and I

leave her. This caused her to stop in her tracks and ask me if I would seriously leave her.

To which I answered “You are leaving me. What if you don’t come back? What if they use the watch and invade our world? I will not stay here without you. I will run for the wilderness and go so far in that even a professional tracker would give up.”

I pressed the subject by packing my bag and look at her. She realizes that I am very serious. I had hoped that she would back down on the jump. We have more than enough for our great grandchildren to not have to work. She however has the I need this addiction.

Now the final push. I started for the door and said that her hesitation said it all. She is trying to figure out how she can have it all. I open the door. She is mad and yells that I could go.

I told her thank you for choosing the jump over me. I close the door behind me and start walking. Opening the door she asks me Please don’t go. I’ll stay. Finally.

A few years later, we did go to that planet. It was now a desolate burned up world. If we had jumped when she had wanted to, we would have jumped into their version of a planet wide nuclear war.

Don’t give in to obsession. Don’t put yourself into danger and think that you must leave someone behind to protect them. You leave them to worry whether you will return.

Reading that again caused me to think about the young son and his urge. Looking at him I find myself worrying about losing him by me refusing his wish.

“It’s been a while since I went to visit Hero’s planet. Want to come? If you do, you must stay with me. Your father wandered and almost got eaten by a pack. This way I can see what you can do.”

Stunned, he tells her that he wants to go. I tell him to pick up a couple of one pound bags of beef jerky.

Hero had fun, the son proved he could handle his self. I realized that I had feelings for him.

The next time he visited he asked if I would like to see those photos that the elderly man held dear. I was shocked to see photographs of me. They seemed to cover a period from when he met me until, wait, there are pictures of me at my current age. I’m twenty one and he died when I was eighteen.

I asked his young son how?

He said that those were not me, those were his first wife. He added that when all his boys came to give me the word of his passing, they were able to tell you that you were their sister. I didn’t agree because I had extreme feelings. I now know that I love you.