I sat on the floor watching Brandon playing Super Nintendo before bed and getting frustrated once again after losing his last life.

"Ooh too bad so sad." I tease. He gives me a smirk and wraps the controller up before putting the console away.

"You sure you wanna stop, you've still got 20 more minutes with the game." I say.

He nods, "today just isn't my day. I lost every level.."

I chuckle, "maybe next time. Well you've got 20 minutes til bed. What do you wanna do?"

He looks around the living room, grabbing that all too familiar book of photos. "Can you tell me more stories?"

I laugh, "you've turned this into your own little story book.."

He smiles proudly, "I like hearing your stories mom. They're funny sometimes. I tell them to my friends at school."

"I'm sure you do.." I flip through, "let's see, I've got a story for this one." I point

Michael and his brothers were all backstage getting dressed for their show as I quietly sat with the stagehands awaiting their appearance. After about 20 minutes I grew impatient and headed behind the curtain to see Michael sitting in front of the mirror fixing his hair.

"You know you won't get it like Karen does it ." I giggle, flashing my camera quickly.

"You know Joseph is gonna get you.." Michael replies, looking at me through the mirror.

I roll my eyes.

"He specifically said, 'Sissy cannot come back to the dressing rooms. She's a young woman who might become attracted to one of you'" Michael says in his best Joseph impression.

"I have a 2 and a half year old son, and a fiancé. I'm not attracted to any of you guys. Y'all are like family." I explain. "Besides.. I'm not afraid of Joseph."

Michael shakes his head disapprovingly, "you should be"

"Sissy, who gave you that damn camera," Michael's brother Marlon asked.

"My older sister, why? Wanna take a photo?" I ask placing the lens his direction.

He puts his hand up, "no, just wanna know who I've gotta beat up."

I frown putting my camera down, ready to plead my case. "Listen, I am documenting you guys' lives! I'm your own personal photographer. When you all get old and lose your memories, you're gonna thank me for taking these pictures."

"If we lose our memories how will we be able to thank you? We won't remember you.." Michael chuckles, his eyes focused on his hair.

I flash another photograph of him, "you always have the answer don't you?" I respond.

The director of the show instructs the boys they have 15 minutes before sprinting to the next room to inform the others that are apart of the show.

"Well I'll see you guys out there... I'll be out front with the crowd."

"See ya" they all say collectively..