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and I’ve seen his little temper in
full force, I don’t understand why you won’t have anything to do with him.”
Charles frowned at his son while bouncing Paul on his lap.
    “I don’t understand how you
say he’s pure Jensen, look at him, he’s nothing like us.” Michael protested
“Plus the little runt hates me, he either screams at me or just stares, he
doesn’t interact with me at all.”
    “That’s more to do with the
negative attitude you project towards him than his attitude towards you, he’s
two years old and he hasn’t done anything to deserve this attitude from you.”
Charles warned.
    “The only thing he has
inherited from our family is his temper; everything else is from Monica’s
side.”
    “He is still the fruit of
your loin’s son.”
    “You can talk at me about it
all you want, I don’t want to know.” Michael insisted.
    “The boy needs a male role
model Michael and so far you aren’t doing a very good job.”
    “Then you take over that
role, between you and Jackson he should have all the male role models he
needs.” Michael spat then left to join his other two children.
    Michael hadn’t been aware
that Monica had been listening in on the conversation with Charles; she went to
sit by her father in law when Michael left.
    “What am I going to do?” she
asked Charles.
    “You are going to carry on as
normal, between myself and your father; we will make sure this little boy has
his father figure. I can only apologise for my sons’ bigoted attitude Monica,
he certainly wasn’t raised that way” Charles turned the dark haired boy towards
him “You are destined for great things young man, I can feel it in my bones.”
he smiled at the child who reached out and pulled at his Grand Fathers’ nose.
    As the years progressed, the
Jensen children each developed their individual personalities. Tessa was a
happy sunny girl who loved to help anyone or anything that needed her; she
remained charmingly pretty with large, clear blue eyes and long blond hair.
Matthew was a bouncy, loud individual, he loved to play football and tennis and
when he wasn’t with his brother was more often than not surrounded by friends,
his golden halo of hair, steel blue eyes and easy going nature afforded him
many female admirers in his teenage years. Paul liked to be at home, he spent a
lot of time playing video games and loud, loud music, and he had two very close
friends who would follow him through to adulthood. He was a watchful child and
would often stand at the side lines summing up the situation while his brother
dived straight in. Quietly confident with a sharp wit and intelligence, he
became easily bored at school and started to misbehave half way through primary
school, he would also lash out if anyone tried to pick on either of his
siblings not caring about the consequences at school or home.
    By the time Tessa was
seventeen and the boys almost fourteen, Paul had been suspended from school
three times, his expulsion coming shortly before the summer holidays and the
family’s annual pilgrimage to Spain.
    Monica and Michael had been
called to the school where it was explained to them that Paul was being
expelled as he had viciously attacked another boy and broken his nose, when
asked why he had done this Paul had remained stoically silent until he saw that
Monica had arrived with Michael in tow.  Paul had been standing in the
corner of the head teachers’ office while the explanation of his expulsion had
been explained to his parents.
    Monica turned to her son
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
    Paul took a step towards his
mother, he hated upsetting her and could see that she was cross with him “I
only hit him once Mum” he shrugged.
    “Why did you hit him?”
    “He was teasing one of the
girls in my class, I told him to leave her alone but he wouldn’t, he was
calling her names because she has to wear braces, when I took her hand and
tried to pull her away, he grabbed her hair and