If it's crap ... We'll tell you
I have one brother from my mother and three sisters from my father. I have never been close to any of my sisters, however my brother and me are thick as thieves. My brother and I were in what we like to call family foster care it wasn’t actually foster care. However, because of situations with my parents that I wont get into now me and my brother would drift from one family members home to another. Once when my brother and I were young adolescents we spent the summer living with my aunt in NYC. One day I remember me and my brother and my aunt went to the local corner store. My aunt the Christian would never buy us any junk food or what she liked to call the devils food. So this particular day my brother decided he would take matters in his own hands. So when we started to walk home from the store my aunt asked my brother something and he mumbled because his mouth was full snicker. She asked him where he got it and he said he had found it in the store. She grabbed him by the neck and walked him back to the store. When we got back in the store she demanded the crowd inside to give her their attention then made the announcement that my brother had something to say. She told him to tell everybody his name and what he had done. So he was like “My name is Christian Michael Robinson, and I took this candy without asking, and I’m here to return it” And the whole time he is saying this my aunt is in the background yelling THEIF!!! CALL THE POLICE THEIF!!!LOCK HIM UP! THEIF!!! The guy behind the counter and people in the store are just looking with their mouths open because they had never seen anything like this. I panic because I think they are going to lock my brother up I start to cry and fake an asthma attack. The guy behind the counter tells my aunt don’t worry about it he can keep it. I think he just wanted us to get out.