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Yohan’s First Tea Party Ankit Mondal Yohan Brailles was an ordinary boy in the eighteenth century, but ordinary back then meant struggling to pay British taxes. On December fifteenth, seventeen seventy-three, Yohan had turned thirteen. So his parents took him to the Boston Harbor, lucky for them, the harbor was right near their house. Since Yohan was now becoming a teenager, he felt like he should do something adultlike, or something to help the Massachusetts Bay Colony, or at least a little bit for the revolution, but what came to his was joining the Sons of Liberty just like his father, even though his father never told, Yohan knew because of his father’s disappearances, he knew about their meetings. Yohan was a shy kid, so he had no friends, but news spread easily so he heard the rumors which means he knew always knew what the Sons of Liberty were going to do next, and he wanted to be a part of it. December sixteenth, seventeen seventy-three, Yohan had heard of a rumor like never before, not the next tax collector to get feathered and tarred, this rumor was about some men boarding a boat and dumping tea, British tea into Boston Harbor. Out of all the things they had done, to Yohan, This was the most unbelievable thing of them all, though a tiny sliver of Yohan did believe this. One day it was time for chores with his father when he suddenly realized that his father was gone. “Mother, where has father gone?” exclaimed Yohan dazed from the bit of chores he had done considering what and how hard his chores are to perform. “I don’t know, maybe he has gone to the harbor,” answered Yohan’s mother. “Obviously,” thought Yohan realizing how ignorant and incompetent he had been just to finish his excruciating chores. When Yohan had arrived at the harbor, there was a massive crowd surrounding all the docks. What all the attention was turned to were these “Mohawk Indians” climbing on to the cargo ships and dumping crates of… tea! Yohan could see that these “Mohawk Indians” were clearly colonial men in disguise. But what really stumped Yohan was when on of the men ran past him and their eyes met, but this man looked exactly like his father. Yohan’s mind turned elsewhere when he saw random people from this enormous crowd climbing onto the boats and starting to dump tea into the water. Yohan felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and what he did next, he couldn’t have believed if he had returned to his senses, but he ran up the dock, aboard a boat and started dumping tea himself, along with the others! All the tea was gone with the water a disgustingly colored brown. All the “Indians were escaping fast as if they were never there, but then there was the same man in resemblance with his father, and when he ran past Yohan, Yohan thought the man muttered “Son” to Yohan. Yohan started to head back home just as the crowd was diminishing. When Yohan returned to his home, he found his father drenched in sweat with a stench that both had the odor of sweat and the sweet aroma of tea. “ Yohan, may I have a word with you?” requested his father. “ Yes, Father,” answered Yohan with confusion. “ The amount of courage you showed out there truly proves who you are, and I think you showed me that you truly deserve to be part of the Sons of Liberty-,” said his father. ”-Do you accept?” questioned his father. “ I do!” replied Yohan, and with that word Yohan, bound for greatness, never missed a meeting with the Sons of Liberty. ----------------------------------------------