It started a few days before my 5th Birthday. My Mom was around less and less not that I cared but she wasn't telling anyone where she was going. Well when my Brothers and I found out we were very upset . Marshall (the oldest) was blaming himself. Merrion (the middle child also called Duke) was trying to fake that he never found out but I could hear him crying at night. I (youngest of the 3) refused to even talk to our Mother, we knew we needed to stick together if we where going to make it thou whatever was about to happen.