The day was a day of mourning. You and your two brothers Michael and Gregory, have been packing your fathers things for three hours. A car was going to be coming to pick them up to go to your mothers home. Your mother wasn't kind. She was usually always drunk and she had a thing against you. She did enjoy your brothers though, which made you confused as to why you were treated so poorly.
"Carrie, Lets go the cars here." said the much taller boy. He held a large box of their fathers books in his arms. They thought it would be wrong to throw them away. Your father was a writer and most of the books in his room were never sold due to the fact he wanted no one to have those books. Reasons unknown to them.