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When I was fifty-six

Standing on the threshold of forty-seven,

My entire world was like Jenga,

You know the game like giant pixie sticks pull out the wrong one and you are doomed,

Mom and I were watching TV,

I on the floor at moms feet with Patches,

Patches was an orange cat,

Patches arrived at my cat hostel in February 2014,

Took several months for her to come to me,

Patches had only one eye,

It had been sealed shut,

We became friends,

It was ten o three when the smoke alarm in the cellar went off,

I rose from the floor,

My Theodore,my boy was on the dinning room table zoomed to the kitchen,

I went to the cellar door I opened it a crack Patches went to the basement,

I found the fire it had consumed the hall from in front of the outside door we later found the fire had nuked the laundry room,

It looked like a fist of fire tried to escape by the front door that the turn on its head and raced upstairs

There was a reason we kept the front door locked in the winter,

The cold air zoomed through that door,and every year the gutter aboves the front door would drip down upon the crappy ass front door forming a frozen water fall,

Went out or came in that door, I got the mail in the winter when I came from school, The only reason the fire had turned toward the front door was when Diana my half sister came in the front door,

Diana hates cats,

Murdered mom’s cat Rusty the Himalayan,Rusty no matter where he was,was always first cat out the door, Diana had worked for four years to force mom from her home and under Diana’s control so she {Diana would Never Ever have to worry how she was going to make it! Diana Lee Dudley trued to get on Disability with Fibermyology that didn’t work. She had tried the marriage root that was a bust!

So with dad’s death she went gunning for her own mom,Marian D. Heike, Diana accused after dad’s deaths of the things her dad ‘The wife beater did to mom!” I only respect two of her husbands number two Dean Dudley the wealthy boss of number one,{ had a nervous break down and actually trued to shoot Diana, and Sean Claude Fleury, it took just four months for him to see the real “Narcississist bitch he married,divorce her and return to France!

Mom had to suffer the whoring monster of the Heike family five years longer then any man Diana wed and allowed to sup on her vagina! With two Codeine’s a week bought over the counter put on our mom’s diabetic back a massive heart attack or stroke was mom only option out!)

Took mom five years and six months and three days you leave the skank,

Mom’s still held captive cremated day of death,Codine remains in the body for three days,

Diana made off like thief in the night stood grandma Heike’s engagement ring and sold it,

Diana was only a Heike in name only Diana Lee was a Hafner . I was the eldest in my family. One of Ellen’s boys should have gotten grandma’s ring,Mike Ferring in Waukon,Iowa’s daughter found it after the fire. Diana sold mom’s house at a bargain price thought Mile would bulldoze the hundred year old house burning all of her crime of the fire and attempted murder, after Dian:s fire

Val ,’But you died twice!’ That’s right I died twice at hands of my older half sister, no series of unfortunate events will ever erase that scorch upon her soul! Diana’s doomed ! She took my best friend on earth made mom’s last years on earth full of pain , then she took Marian D. Bittenger Heike’s last breathe!

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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