My parents were trying to fix their marriage few months after the incident. But since that night, I have lost my faith to those two people whom I feel neglected. If only my eldest brother would still be here, he'd comfort me.
He died when I was just four. Car accident. He was 16. I don't know about the other details for my parents don't want to talk about it. They don't want to talk about anything with us as what I can see. All I remember is that, he sings to me during afternoon naps so that I could fall asleep. And helps me bathe sometimes.
My eldest sister, the 2nd child, was my brother's opposite. She was mean. When my brother died, there were no days that would pass without her bringing out the cry-baby in me. She was a bully. Same as the one you see in the movies. Only meaner.
Anyway, she was involved in few crimes in our community that made my father had some frequent trips, usually twice a month, at the precint. She got involved with vandalism, damage to property and drugs. She even punched a policeman trying to escape. What a trouble-maker.
She's pregnant now on her 3rd baby. She left our home when she had her first baby aborted and lived with some guy we barely know. She never came back.
Our youngest sibling would be my baby brother whom I love so much. I'm just 2 years older than him but he was more talented than I am. He got the same handsome looks as my brother. Some gift they had thanks to my mother's genes. He's very smart, I admit. He's smarter than me ten folds. He was able to secure a scholarship in some exclusive boy's school that offers in-campus dormitories. That's where he stayed until college. Though he visits us once in a while. And it makes me happy and proud to have a brother who never shared the same misfortunes that I had.
So with that, I am left alone in a house with two people I no longer trust.
This is my story. I am Helena.
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