BJBB: Violacea Oxalis

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As far back as I can remember, I lived in a family of 7, I had two older sisters, one older brother, twin little brothers, and one little sister. We had no parents.

Big brother and both big sisters would often work, finding jobs they can do here and there. It was hard at times but that didn't bring anyone's spirit down; they were happy. I would be left home to look after the little ones. The twins were reckless trouble makers while younger sister had a weak body. 

One day, one of my big sisters was kidnapped while grocery shopping, that was what the other elder sister said when she rushed back home after the kidnapping. From then, everyone just seemed to be more distant from each other. Even as a family of 6, it was lonely when everyone was home.

It was odd, we barely got by with three people working, and now with just two we were doing just fine. I always wondered what happen to our missing older sister, but what spiked my curiosity more was why our other elder sister only doted our youngest little sister. It also made me think how come other then the twins to each other, only older sister and little sister were the only one that looked like siblings?

The twins decided to test a homemade bomb they were working on, I don’t know what happened, but perhaps the bomb didn’t go off and they went to go picked it up. That was a bad decision. One died there, the other, barely made it with a missing arm and eye. We were now a family of 5.  

Older sister tried to coax me into accompanying her outside, to help out with the work, but something in the back of my mind told me not too, so I ended up telling her that I wanted to stay by my little brothers side till he gets better.

Unfortunately, he didn’t. He refused to eat, he refused to cooperate for medical help, and he refused to even drink water. He was grieving, he felt useless without his other half. It wasn’t long till our family was that of 4.

I don’t... really want to talk about what happened after that. I guess, it’s a funny feel when your first was someone you called family. She took two from me, I took two from her.

I don’t blame her though considering our world. It’s the humans that make things difficult; it’s the humans that broke our family. It’s hard living a life like this. I remember hearing of the BJBB from the twins; they were against this inequality.

For eight years I looked, but I never found this place on my own. I remember someone grabbing me one day; I thought it was the end. I guess I was drugged, for everything was a blur. My memory was fuzzy but when I came through, I was in the BJBB medical room. They saved me.

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