Katja’s story is a lot like my childhood.

I’ve always known I could write a book, but I always wondered… should I?
The main reason I never have is that every page would be just as sad & ugly & depressing as what I have written here. Also, it would’ve caused anger & turmoil amongst my siblings, even though she made sure we stayed estranged for life. But now, I & my older brother are all that’s left, & he has finally begun to acknowlege that she was a monster. But now I also wonder… what would be the point, this late in life?
Feedback would be helpful, & thank you one & all for your kind responses.

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