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I never thought that the hardest question I’d have to face was not given on an exam or by a professor in college, or even by my parents in an attempt to squeeze the truth from every lie I ever told. Instead, the hardest question came from me. My very existence depended on my answer, and it would determine something much more important than a good grade, graduating, or being honest with my superiors. To even unveil the answer, one would have to know the question, so let’s start from the beginning.

My name is Silvia Rose Hawthorn, but everyone just calls me Thorn. I’m not exactly natural; my mother says that’s a good thing. My father left us when I was nine, us being my mother, my brother Carl, and me. Carl never really understood why my father left us, when it happened he was only four years old, and because of his condition he was busy worrying about other things. Every Sunday is salad day, and we never miss out on helping my mother mix lush leaves with crisp peppers. Carl’s job is always to create the dressing. We’ve had some pretty interesting tasting salads over the years, but despite the mishaps, it’s always Carl’s job. I’ve never in all my seventeen years of living, made a flipping salad dressing. But despite the way it sounds, I don’t mind it. I love my brother Carl. I have to love my brother Carl. If I didn’t love him, my answer to the most impossible question ever asked, would be simple.

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(thanks Cale_steps)

" Thorn" my friend Katy said to me earlier today, "why do you always talk about your brother Carl?" Tht was a simple question cos Katy didn't have any brothers so she couldn't understand all the love I had for Carl and all the hate. She was also a lucky girl, we always called her that , all our friends , "Katy you are a lucky girl" we would tell her cos she lived with her parents and they always gave her whatever she needed , well mostly. So, considering that I had this impossible qustion to think about, I found Katy's question really quite straightforward so I thwaked her on her head and said, "cos he's my brother silly" Katy just frowned, I guess she didn't know what that was like...

I went back to my thoughts, about which salad we were making today?

I realized that I did talk about Carl a lot. The love one can have for a sibling is sometimes great, but the hate can also take the reins and ruin a relationship in minutes. I recognized this while watching Carl mix all the ingredients together for some "Carls Bad Cavern Salad". It was cute the way he was so obsessed with magical worlds that lie under or tucked away from the human eye. My mother and I had take him to Carlsbad Caverns on his ninth birthday, just six days ago. He had been so excited for Sunday to come around because he said he head the perfect idea for a salad.

SO maybe I did talk about Carl a little to obsessively. But when you get to live with someone like him, it's your life that's being changed, not just his. But Carl and I didn't always get along...it was hard sometimes. He was nine! I was twelve..we were kids..who didn't understand...

((These are flashbacks/memories/stories of the PAST..from her life over the years. I was thinking maybe she is 16 now (12 in her first flashbacks getting progressively older as the story goes on. Basically i thought maybe the question would end up being something about illness ex: she's diagnosed with cancer or some terminal disease and the only way they can buy her time is if Carl does something for her BUT it would be majorly risky for him. Basically story plot: How the relationship between sister and brother...'normal' to autistic...can affect such a hard decision as Thorn will have to make..sound ok? im gonna cry! haha))

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(thanks for the background, it helped. umm...i am online so may post another, cheerio))