As I get older, I can finally talk of some of my past. So, what should I do when many had listened to me and could not believe how dangerous and painful many things were to my sister, brothers, and me? Finally, I have decided to try and write them. The memories were painful but now can be written, maybe I had stopped 2 hours after I started because of the pain flooding in. My sister Mary asked me if I had come to terms with my past and I said yes, but the more I recall I have not come to terms with any of my shattered life. Now 10 months into my project, I have only made notes and a few lines (I do not know if I can do this).