This is an open letter to my beautiful, talented, sweet baby cousin, K.c. Di Dio Sampson: My love, you are the last of our generation. You are the one whose diaper we all changed, who held our fingers to take timid steps, we fed you, we dressed you, we treated you like the doll you have always been. We proudly watched you excel in school and sports as well as blossom into such a talented lyricist. We are all so very proud of you. Here is where it gets serious. You have a job to do. We always knew it would be you. You are a prince descended from the royal lineage of Valda Editha and George Carlton Sampson. Having only issued princesses, your brave rebel of a mother made it possible for you to bare the flag, to carry the name Sampson. It is now all up to you. You must carry on our branch of the Sampson family. You must produce an heir. Should your issue be female, you must continue producing heirs until your issue is male. This is a serious undertaking and seemingly out of nowhere, I know. However, now that you are getting older, it occurred to me that you may not be aware of the importance and significance of your fertility. No pressure, but It all depends on you. So....find a nice young lady, fall in love, marry, then knock boots until the hills cry. I am giving you a deadline of 18 months to be married and pregnant. Should you fail in this venture, I will perpetrate crimes worthy of an Interpol warrant to capture you, drug you, and have you milked like a cow for worldwide distribution. Yeah...I know people. Love, Your Cousin, Vaedra Olivia Nicole Jones
Posted on: Tue, 06 May 2014 16:34:47 +0000
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