My family was very disrupted it was not there fault they themselves had a legacy of terror and everyone reacts differently I understand that now and I don't blame them I was a difficult child no question. Moody, weird, tomboy fiercely independent and unconventional. But bad?

If starting to kiss boys and girls and smoke pot and break curfew and have a messy bedroom and still 75 cents for my brother for cigarettes and being hyperactive was bad I was bad. My father was my salvation until a rare brain cancer. Two violent Acts me,one a boy on our block

He had to my mother's credit had to go he was gambling loved the horses when we finally found out 13 years later he had passed I was the one who attract back whatever data and his oncologist at Sloan Kettering New York yelled at me your Molly your Molly where the hell are you?¿

I explained that his behavior had become violent and he had to rightfully be removed from the house and we've been estranged for 13 years and she said I want you to remember this he had maybe seven or eight words left and all he sai was my Molly where is my little Molly.