Little Jerimiah Stevensen was half asleep, covered in a blanket of toys and stuffed animals in the living room of his grandpa Victorio’s house. It was the middle of the night and today he had celebrated his eighth birthday. Many members of his family, most of which he didn’t know, showered him with gifts and well wishes. He didn’t mind the strangers, who said they were his aunt’s or uncle’s or that one cousin twice removed from his fathers side. It was his birthday and he had gleefully opene. . .

Little Jerimiah Stevensen was half asleep, covered in a blanket of toys and stuffed animals in the living room of his grandpa Victorio’s house. It was the middle of the night and today he had celebrated his eighth birthday. Many members of his family, most of which he didn’t know, showered him with gifts and well wishes. He didn’t mind the strangers, who said they were his aunt’s or uncle’s or that one cousin twice removed from his fathers side. It was his birthday and he had gleefully opene. . .