Once upon a time, there was an ordinary caramac factory, which had an ordinary worker with an ordinary name. Kevin in fact. A nice chap, indeed. He had a very good family too. Everyone knows him and his family . Evan me,
- Naomi (wife)
- Emma (daughter)
- Johnny (son)
- Kaitlin (daughter)
- Nick (son)
- Kira (Baby)
- Michael (brother)
- Becca (sister)
- Emma (sister in law)
- Jane (mother in law)
- Jack (father in law)
- Elaine (mother)
- Mike (Father) exectra.
I can’t be bothered to go from his wife to his great , great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great and also great (have I already included great?) Grandfather.
Obviously, not everyone is here. Everyone on the list is here. Three of his children are still young, yet Emma and Katlin are the eldest. Now let’s get back to the story. The day after this lovely family portrait was taken, a very unfortunate event occurred. His boss appeared at his doorstep and had asked to see him in office 9 o’clock sharp Tuesday . He had a stern look on his face and was not happy. Kevin was so worried, his mind was racing with questions. Like; is he going to fire me? what’s he going to do?