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Chapter One

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Birmingham wasn't all that different from London, the streets were still busy, the nights occupied the drunks and whores and I still found peace knowing my two siblings were safe by me.
Ellie was four and she was a little sweetheart, always wanting to dance and play.
David was six and a little spit fire, always looking after me and Ellie as best as he could from our low life father.

My mother died in childbirth with Ellie, and I wish I could tell you the trouble started from that point. The truth is they were both disfunctional from the start of whatever kind of relationship they had. My earliest memory of my mother and father was when I was five he called her a useless whore she in return called him a druken old bastard, both discriptions were correct.

Looking back now I was lucky to be alive, as soon as David was born they did nothing to care for him. I was still a child myself when I adopted the mother role I would clean him, give him food, teach him how to speak when he got older and write. I'm not sure he realizes it but he calls me mum sometimes.

And then I repeated the whole thing with Ellie. Only this time our father was around alot more than usual which was never a goid sign. The only time I would leave my siblings was when they were in the hands of a very trusted friend of mine, Alice Stratton, a 40 year old woman with a happy family of her own. She would look after the kids while I would go to work in the mills where so many children lost limps by the powerful machinery.

As time went by and we all grew older the last straw was our father tried to hit my siblings, he had done it to me plenty of times, I don't care if he's my father, you never raise your hands to my siblings. Which brought us to Birmingham with a bruised cheek from his final hit and my two siblings sleeping peacefully in the beds in our decent two bedroomed house.

Let's just hope Birmingham can give us a new life.