I need to tell a story about three little girls, four really, but the first little girl, the remaining three did not know, but oh, what an impact she had on our lives, “Or did she?”. “Were we all going to end up exactly where we are?”
My mother gave my older sister [of the three] away when she was ten, I was seven. This sister says that this was a good thing, she felt for us, knowing what we were leaving with, but knew if she had stayed, she would have found a way to kill our mother. This is what she says. I saw her again when I was 16.
Both my mother and father were Alcoholics, if you believe in this, if not, then they changed when they drank. I don’t know about my father, but my mother was a binge drinker, which just means she could go long periods without drinking, but once she began, she was most likely not going to stop, until she physically could no longer drink.
Sadness 