I was born in September, 1964, but my life has changed since then.
My parents were both dead, but I had been adopted and had a twin sister.
I had never met my brother, so I called him, and he never called back.
My sister was born when I was 11 years old, and she was born two years later.
I didn’t even know her name.
And then I met my mother.
Her name was Gloria and she’d died when Iwas four.
I was a good child, and we lived happily, until my sister was murdered.
Gloria died when she was nine years old.
I never met her.
I think that’s when things got bad, and I had a hard time with my mom’s death.
I thought, “How can I not be here with my sister?
How can I be here when she’s gone?
Why didn’t I call my sister?”
When I got to school, I found out that my mother was in the hospital.
My mom was the one that killed my sister.
At the time, I didn, and so I felt like I had to tell the truth.
My brother was in a bad state, and it took me awhile to forgive him.
My mother was a great woman, but she was very selfish.
I still have her ashes.
My father was a drug addict, and when I grew up, my dad was always in trouble.
My dad got arrested for theft, and the cops put him in prison for a long time.
He was just a bad guy.
And my mother, my stepfather, my sisters, my brothers, and my cousins all got killed.
I grew to hate them all.
But my sister didn’t hate them, she just wanted to be a good sister.
So I told her that I hated her, and then she told me that I could have done something for her.
So, after my sister’s murder, I started a program called “My Sister’s Murder.”
My sister’s body was found on her bedroom floor, and her eyes were swollen shut, and there was blood on her body.
She had just gotten out of prison and was living in a homeless shelter, and in my house she lived in a room with a dog.
That’s how I found her.
The dog had been stolen.
I knew that she’d been killed, but there was no way I was going to take responsibility.
So my sister went to my house and she begged me to come and help her.
She told me, “Mom, Mom, I’m sorry for what happened to you, but don’t let me die.
I know you love me, but if you don’t want me to die, you can’t have me.”
I was really upset, because I had just seen my stepdad killed.
She was a very loving person.
And I thought to myself, “I know that I’m not going to do anything for my sister, so please, please, I’ll do something for my little sister.”
So I got in my car, and with my mother and my stepbrother driving behind me, I went to the scene of the crime.
I saw the dog and saw that it was missing.
I looked up, and saw my sister on the floor with blood on it.
I just stood there, and just started crying.
I asked her, “What happened to me?”
And she said, “The dog’s been stolen.”
I said, [grinning], “You stole the dog?”
She said, yes.
“But you didn’t have a gun with you?”
She was crying, and said, “[Y]ou’re a good person.
I love you.
I hope you’ll never die.”
So she started crying and started saying goodbye to me.
She said she didn’t want to leave.
So when I got home, I took my sister and walked over to the house and started helping her up.
I got her out of the car and took her into the kitchen.
My stepfather was still in prison, so he came over and helped me get my sister back.
And she started eating and drinking and then came down the stairs and we were together.
She just laid there and cried and cried.
My wife said, to me, that she felt sorry for me, because that’s what a sister would do.
But I thought she was really a good, strong person.
She always had a smile on her face.
She never told me anything bad about anyone.
So after a while, I was starting to see things in her eyes.
When I found that I was in love with her, I said to her, you have to be happy.
And that’s the end of my relationship with her.
When we met up with each other, I saw that she was so happy.
She didn’t know what she was going through.
She couldn’t understand what was happening to me