To say I was poor would be an understatement. Calling me poor was almost a compliment, almost. The little shanty house I lived in had two bedrooms and one bathroom. Nice right? Except I had 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Notice the had part. After everything was over though, everything turned out for the better. By the time everything was over tough, I would only end up with 2 brothers, 1 sister and no parents.
Life would change drastically and no one would be able to stop it. All because of my one stupid mistake my oldest sister made. I guess it's alright in the end though. The only problem I have with any of this is the fact that the family will never be the same.
Oh Well.
She got her fate,
