Introduction
Growing up I never had much. But I had enough. I had my older brother jack, my younger sister Susan, and our aunt, Auntie B. The B stood for Beatrice. But Auntie B thought that was a grandma name. Auntie B didn't have any children of her own, so when our parents died, she took us in.
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You were good in school, only a year younger. They always saw u as ' Innocent sister' you hated it and wanted it to change
Your brother is John B you came to live with him 3 years ago.