My mother is dead, my father is an alcoholic on anti-depressives, my brother is a terrorist and I'm a lonely, sorrowful pre school teacher who is trying to find my way back to life.
The story I want to tell, started the night our mother went to the shop and never came back; ever.
We were until that day an ordinary lower middle-class family. My parents had chosen to move to Northern Ireland to improve their lives. It was easier to find jobs there as well as the houses were cheaper. We were living in the city Dromore approximately 15 miles SW of Omagh. In Omagh my mother had a little, but well established drapery shop, S. W. draperies. My brother and I had until the 15. August 1998 lived a harmonious life with Sunday outings, afternoon tea and no larger worries than our exams etc. But this should soon change....
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