11th July 2029, Evergreen Indiana

How many times in the last few years had she had to scream about skirt length? "Felicity Sayre, you are not wearing that in a million years!" had become a common mantra in their home. Her eldest daughter (who reminded Morgan so much of herself it was unreal), was sprawled out on a chair on the back porch of the Sayre home (not unlike Morgan herself) surrounded by various sweet stuff with her pink iphone in hand texting away. She was seventeen, which made Morgan feel a heck of a lot older. "Felicity," Morgan said calmly,eyeing her daughter's skirt length.

Felicity rolled her eyes and tugged at the bottom of it, she laid eyes on a second blonde figure on the chair next to Felicity. Legs curled around her, with her scrapbook open. "Molls, switch it to something different!" complained Felicity pushing heart shaped glasses further down her face. Sixteen year old Molly smiled a little at her sister and leaned down to alter her speakers. Molly Guinevere Sayre had the same brains as her elder sister with the softness of her father, her plans were to travel South America and the rainforest someday. Something she collaged in her scrapbook.

The boys were out on a boy's day, it had only been after their two girls had come along that Noah Arthur Sayre had made his appearance. Fifteen and in a female dominated household, Morgan had to wonder how her baby boy often stopped from going insane. With Felicity and Molly's cute little fights over Molly touching Fliss's stuff (and quiet little Molly always taking the blame) and Noah being well...Noah. Morgan was surprised that nobody had gone insane yet. She heard the door and smiled when her husband of seventeen years came into view with her son, "Hey," she grinned "Have fun?"