I was talking to a sib about taking pictures of all of us, the nine siblings, at Mom's birthday party. Part of me thought - how nice, what a nice record of us. Then I thought of the combination of abusers and victims all smiling together and my heart tore a little. Still at a loss of who we all are to each other. Do we bless each other for being great teachers or do we curse each other for the pain of our family?
Lost, C.
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