I can't figure out the words to tell my mom and her sisters why they should stop fighting and start leaning on each other.
So, sit back and let me tell you about the three sisters, and how they overcame everything together, and lived.
There were once three sisters and three brothers, and they had the most horrid father in town. He dictated everything they did, how the house was clean, how the food should be cooked and when, how they had to deal with each other, and he also told them they could never share their feelings. He put a wedge between them so strong, that as they grew up they all started doing their own thing, and slowly grew apart.
Now you would think that in the end they would grow together and support each other for surviving living with the devil, but they decided it was better to fight and push each other apart.
Now, because their lives were dictated by a monster, they are on their own and have begun to live different lives. Once the guys bonded over the bottle, now one is sober, and the other two are not, even though one of them is trying to slow down, but they still don't talk about the hell they went though.
With the brother's lost to the world, all they had was each other, so the sisters decided to each go their own ways. One to raise her family, and the other two to theirs.
Dreams in a nightmare. Words playing like a movie in your mind. A masterpiece shaping before your eyes. Changing and taking new form. Traveling with new friends, you will fall in love with the twisted journey of self discovery, but be warned, not every dream is as sweet as it seems. There are some sweet tasting demons about, touching them is a euphoric glamour, but at what cost?
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