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Trigger warning: Violence. Please, if you susceptible to violence stop reading now. I have made a gap.


























My late father was a belligerent alcoholic, terrifying us with his drink fueled rages when my twin sister and I were younger. I kept getting in his way, constantly blocking him from attacking Julie. As conflict invariably happened in the kitchen, the only weapon at hand was my reaching for a saucepan and it was full, and its contents hot.

Having did for our father well and truly proper, I grabbed my sister and we we ran away. We'd planned to leave and this was the right time. We fled down the road to a woman's villa. We knew her. She was friendly, the only one who ever spoke to us. That night she was in, and took us in.

Maman which I call her here for the sake of privacy instead of her first name, filed for our custody. We were living in Monaco where we were born. The law there for protecting children, the Monegasque, was such that we were permitted to stay with this lady. That same night our father was taken to hospital with irreversible cirrhosis of the liver. He had been warned if he didn't stop drinking, it would kill him. That night it did. Also that same night our mother dropped dead. Cause of death, cardiac arrest.

Two years later we continue living with Maman, but in the UK while she does business in London. In the New Year, sometime, we will return to our home in the Mediterranean.

I'm not proud for defecting our father's violence, neither am I proud that both our parents are dead and that we came through all the violence and remain survivors. Whereas I don't hvae anxiety except Julie, she and I have an amazing mother, full of gentleness and caring. There are not many mothers who have the courage to take on two teenage twins and maintain patience and understanding, and a whole lot of love, and for her we are very proud.