break it down to a fraction, I'm doing decimal subtraction to find a reaction

He was a victim of circumstance, taken from this world
before his time, and I, in a heartbeat, became a widow at eighteen,
left alone in this world as the child of the two most dysfunction people on the planet:
Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler.

So thus, I have decided to take up my pen and write of their adventures before my time,
In shallow hope that I too may find the meaning to the life in which we each take part.

The words you find written here are only the stories I was told as a child,
and thus I haven't a clue what is accurate and what is not.
As you can image, Adler wasn't the most caring of mothers,
and much to my horror, I've turned out just like her.

she's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin,
still afraid of the boogey man under her bed.
and we know that the ashes in the urn was a person,
and we never should have burned him.