Yes, I hate my brothers
Yes, they destroyed my life
Yes, I will probably kill them at some point in my life
But they are my brothers and I will not let you touch any of them
Because there is nothing more pure than hatred to your own siblings. You can say you hate them but you still love them no matter what. -- Anon Guest
Family is complicated, if you let it get that way. Let me begin with explaining mine. I was born on one of the "better" Greater Deregulations. In that women were allowed to leave the house and do things according to their own wants. Allegedly.
That said, infant mortality was high for girls born outside of the bawdy factories. Yeah. I was a 'priest hole' baby. That is, a baby girl hidden from the notice of my sire by my mother and her co-mothers. It's more common than you think. Our collective sire despised girl children and viewed the worth of his masculinity by how many boys he created.
Five brothers knew I was alive. Five brothers knew I existed. One of them told our sire, by accident or design, that I shared their home. I still don't know what happened to my mother, but I was taken from her in the middle of the night and shipped out to one of the trader stations for a 'baby auction'. Anyone could come and purchase an unwanted child. Nobody asked why there were so many girls there.
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