Relocated resources.

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We are the Saxby family.
I am Marcy Saxby.
My brother is Tom Saxby.
My mummy is Karen Saxby.
My daddy is Jonathan Saxby.
My parents meet in California at a club, my mum worked there and it was practically love at first sight. Eventually they moved to Florida to get married and settle down. And that's were Tom and I where born. Tom was diagnosed with his sickness when I was 11 and he was 5, up until then Everything was perfect, we were all healthy, beautiful and handsome, none of us failures or downers, no one a loser or dumb, everyone was happy.
Then of course, Tommy got sick and daddy didn't want to be a Saxby anymore so he packed up and left. Leaving mum with a terribly sick child and I, no money, no nothing.

And just like that, our perfect world slipped through our fingers and smashed into a million little pieces.

Daddy vanished off to God-knows-where not long ago, maybe Paris, maybe Rome, he never calls or sends birthday cards.

You might be wondering about my education, well my best friend Stella covers that, I meet her when daddy was around and she comes over each Sunday to teach me everything she learnt in school, free of charge. I couldn't ask for a better friend.

So here we are, mummy works in a small shop about a hour away from our home, she sometimes doesn't get home till about 10:00 at night. And I look after my 7 year old brother, with a sickness we hope will go away eventually, but I think we all know that His sickness is here to stay, and who knows what it has in store for Tom.

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Yes, I know. I'm completely and utterly aware of the dangers that I am causing myself and my family.
I don't think the fact that I've out smarted police is something I should be proud of.
But I do it for my brother, to make him happy. Who doesn't want to be happy when their sick, it's pretty sad in itself.
I don't steal things, I relocate resources. Simple as that.
Sometimes I wonder what Tom would say if he could talk, is he scared? Does he know what the future has in store for him? Would he thank me? Is he ashamed of the Saxbys?
Does he want to disappear like daddy? Does he miss daddy? These questions drum around in my brain all day, everyday. I know mummy wish she could talk, sometimes I hear her praying at night, when she thinks I'm asleep, I hear her plead.
Please God she says
Let him speak. Mend him. Make him well.

If God really exists, why does he put pain and sadness upon people? Is it so they appreciate the happy times more? I don't know, I believe in God very much but sometimes I wonder why he made Tom so sick. Mummy always tells me that God doesn't put things ahead of us unless that we are unable to handle them.
Mummy needs to listen to her own advice.

I can't handle the this. I hear her mutter under her breath when I tell her Tom was vomiting. I know mummy finds it difficult, we all do.

I have 5 jars in my room. And when I go outside I always look at the ground, to find coins that people have dropped. I put the coins in the jars. Sometimes if I have lots of time to kill I go out and on the streets and sing, people chuck coins and notes at my feet and I full the jars with that to. When all the jars are full of money, I am going to give them all to mummy for her birthday or Christmas. The third jar is nearly full. I started at the beginning of last year.

It's a long road ahead