Damned! Life aren’t that fair right! My father can have a new wife, Carla after our mother leave the family. I cannot blame my mother 100% for what she had done. She said father was too poor to support her taste in term of material, sex and care. She married with a journalist in another town. She is not allowed to meet us when we are still young. Once, she sent some money to Greta or my account, but she stopped since Carla is holding our money, spent all of our earning. Our father is a bastard, glorious stingy bastard. He earns a living at the fertilizer factory. Well a shit works at a shit place. He never gives us a penny since me and Greta started to work.
Carla is a heaven sent mother if our father is at home, treats me & Greta like her little prince & princess but she will immediately turned into a wild beast when father is not at home. We have to do housework, cleaning, cook for ourselves. Yes, she is the beast who betrays her master my father. Whenever our father went on night shift, she goes out to The St James Building, where she meets her fellow secret friends. Perhaps she performs striptease or moonlight ritual to the Freemasonry, to earn extra money, to make new network with the Freemasonry brothers or to seduce new dick. Whatever satisfaction she earns, it never brings happiness to me and Greta. I wish I could tell my father but a wish is just a wish. My father will never trust me and Greta anyway. Greta is my little sister, she is just 16. But she is born on 4th of April. People say that 4 is a bad number. In Kabala, it is stated that 4 is a symbol of death. I don’t want anything to happen on her. She is the only blood I have. She is so tall for her age, slim, fragile, gentle and so flawless that can leave any vivid memory on others. Greta works a general cleaner at a hospital. I wish there is a single doctor will propose Greta as a