Seeing that they were both anginst her, her mother gave up. "Fine, I surrender. You have to much of you father's blood in you." she muttered. " Stubborn irishmen."
"mom, your irish too." pointed out Jamie. "Fine, subborn Donegal men. The lot of you!" she mom smiled.
The two women laughed while her father didn't seemed to pleased. Jamie came from a very Irish Family. Both her parents were born and raised there. Her mom from a small village near Dublin and her father from a small fishing town on the rocky north cost of Donegal by the sea. Jamie and her slibings where even born in that village, but they moved to the states when she was 1. She visted only 3 times after that. Once when she was 4, another time when she left Middle school and then two summers ago. She loved her irish roots, and to prove it she always wore something of Celtic on her. Most of the time it was her necklace, one that her grandmother had given to her before they left the isle. A small silver celitc dagger that ment protection.
(oh forgot to mention. A Stor means "Sweetheart" in irish, or literaly "treasure")