Once upon a time I was born with a twin then 2 yrs later a baby brother was born...my mom was a druggie and took to many and died..my dad was so depressed so he abused us all...my sister went missing and we never saw her again,dad went to a therapist ams we went into foster care....we became adults and me and my brother found each other and we went looking for mom dad and my sister...we want to the council to confirm that I have a twin and I do....we walked past a homeless man and he turned out to be my dad..."dad what happend to my twin" "when I abused u all I threw ur sister at the wall that hard her skull cracked and she died then I hurried her her so no one would find out." "And mom?" "She wansnt a druggie I fourced her to take them everday and pretended to be depressed" we ran away from him he threw grunaddes at us...A FEW DAYS LATER... we went to the police station to talk to dad (cos he got arrested) but he attached us,all the guards pulled out there guns and hit dad and my brother... "COME ON U CAN LIVE" they were doing everything they could to help my brother but it was to late he died.....I had no family...but I had kids of my own and a husband and I kept them as safe as I could
