Okay, so some people would say I have a broken family. Because my parent split up when I was 5 and when my little sister was 4. I haven't seen my sister since the day we heard mum and dad shouting, we both came out our room and had our back to there door. We didn't hear very nice stuff, I think they both has a little to much to drink. But that night me and my sister couldn't Sleep, we were too busy worring of what would happen with our mum and dad. So as tomorrow came dad was moving out and my little sister went with him, I never saw my sister again. That was 8 years ago, 8 year since I last saw my sister. We do still go to certain parents on certain days but we never see each other... it's still heart braking because me and my sister were like 2 peas in a pod, never fought, we just got on so well and I miss her so much.
