Yet, as much we loved our sons, there was nothing we could do other than drift apart.
Matthew seemed as if he was ghost.
Alfred began to sneak out of the house and steal things. He ran the block and was never home.
Arthur couldn't feel as if his job was done.
And my life became dull.
Arthur and me cried together on our beds, not seen Alfred In three days.
They had called the police, And that they were looking for him.
"He's gonna die out there.. Fran!" He cried, punching my chest.
"Ouch.. I know.. Buy he's strong-"
The front door opened and slammed.
"Alfred!" Arthur ran out of my arms, out of the room and to the dining room. He scooped up his boy and cried.
"Young man! You are such a pain but I love you! You don't realize!"
That was the first time arthur felt relief.
Matt came from his room. He was sad that his brother wasnt home much. And he wasn't getting the attention.
"Poor Matthieu.." I said, sighing. "You can't seemed to be noticed anymore."
"Anything for big brother.."
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They Never Grow Up - Face family
FanfictionThis is my story, the tales of stress, love and hope as me and my british husband raise our two sons as the most unlikely (and dysfunctional) family to ever exist, told through my memories. ((This is an old copy. I am rewriting it all in another bo...
