I don't know your family. It might be broken. It could be whole. I don't know if your family is as together as the family in the Brady Bunch. Or if it is as dysfunctional as the family in 8 Simple Rules. Me? My family is more like the Hennessy's than the Brady's.
My family was a family of four. Mother, father, brother and myself. My mom was a nurse. But she didn't work for a few years while me and my brother were younger. She had a lot of strange hours and she would always be stressed out. She was an ER nurse and I don't think that she ever forgot some of the things she saw there.
My dad is a lawyer. And a pretty good one too. He has a law firm and his hours are, generally, better than my mom's were.
Because of our parent's jobs, my family was always pretty well off. Money was never an issue. I went to an uppity school where from Kindergarten, I was surrounded by other persnickety kids. From kindergarten to grade 4 we were forced to take private piano and violin lessons from the school. The school did not accept bad grades, and if your behavior was bad, you would get a very strict punishment. We dressed in suits and had a headmaster. Yeah a headmaster. We were snobs.
I remember the day. I was 10, Paul was 16. I walked into my home and saw my parents waiting for us behind the glass of the doors to our formal living room. This was strange for two reasons. One, my parents weren't usually home from work yet, and two because only the maid went into the living room once every other week to vacuum and dust. That room was specially reserved only in the event that the queen or other extremely notable figure walked into our house. My dad got up, opened the doors and ushered me and my brother inside the room. We walked in but had no idea what to do. I had never been in the room and the couches had never actually been used. My dad told us to sit. My mom was crying.
My dad leaned in and grabbed my mom's hand. "We've got some bad news." He whispered.
And life was changed.
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