I've been told that those were though times. The economy was a mess, companies were firing people all over the country, families were starving and were forced to sell their most precious possessions for extremely small prices. My father was a farmer, and I remember the crops all dying in a storm during summer, right before harvest.
I came from a big family, I had 7 siblings, 2 sisters and 5 brothers, we were 8, my two parents, my mother's mother and my fathers sister, who was crazy. We weren't old enough to work, and feeding a family that big must have been hard, so my family decided to do what all the other families were doing. Selling the house wasn't an option, we had sold our car long before to buy medicine for grandma so they decided to give away one thing they had in abundance.
The first one to go missing was my oldest brother, Kyrian, he was 10 at that time. My two sisters were older than him and I was the youngest of all 8. All my brothers either teased me or protected me. Kyrian was my best friend and my most loyal protector, he used to play with me all the time and protect me against anyone who would tease me.
One day he went with mom to buy some veggies and never came back. I remember how worried I was, telling everyone he was missing but my two sisters seemed not to care and my brothers were too dumb to notice or get it. One day I even tried to go to the police but my parents stopped me and grounded me.
I don't know if I was asked for specifically or was just being too much of a pain asking questions about Kyrian but one day my dad picked me up from a play date and left me counting red cars. I got to 7.
